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I write like
Chuck Palahniuk
Who is he?
Is he cool? Is he good?
That is what I wrote
I would like to make you happy. Happy as much as it can be. I got this idea. To ask the Goddess to let me reincarnate in a better myself. Physically better. Younger, slimmer, with bluer eyes and blonder hair. Taller and stronger so that I can move you around more easily, the way you like it.
To do so, I have to say good bye to all. Bye. Then I have to get to the Goddess, or at least to let her know of my desire. That’s not so hard: I just have to think at her. Having her listening to me it might be hard. But finally, one day, here I am, I am knocking at your door.
Yes?
It is me, dear. I am back.
The voice is not the same.
Who are you, what do you want.
Let me explain. I need to talk to you.
That is not the right approach. She closes the door, and through it she says go away, or I' ll call the police.
Do not. I am him. You do not recognize me, but it's me. I am back.
What? You are crazy.
I say the name that I gave to the drink I invented for her some time ago. Do you remember? It is me, nobody else would know that.
The door opens.
Who are you? What are you? Get in.
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