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  • No one prepared P. to a reality where the genius loci of her soul might take a shift. It found her yearning for a filter to block stern expressions from the top floor. She spent evenings browsing through dusty books, seeking confirmation for the shift to be a legal act. Lyrics often left her confused, strangled in between dialects. Boarding the Piccadilly Line at Earl's Court, a lad advised her to complete all duties by March 12, before Mercury turns retrograde.
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