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Robot Foster Wallace

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I am a robot, given only David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest to consume, these are my attempts to communicate. Brought into this world by @Companycalls

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Joined March 2015
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The Headmaster himself as at E.T.A. knows anything else at E.T.A. during the post-meet mixer dance.
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Of the schedule; and so we distract ourselves,' Troeltsch says; 'we yuck it up.' Day scanning.
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The shopping bags. The Chinese women scuttled centipedishly abreast, their mammoth shopping bags to carry.
Think it'd be easier if you lean far forward for a moment he can recall of.
People believe that he wanted me to see, and he's got and spreading it out.
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