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Insignificant people are forgotten in a week [statistically], no matter how close the relationship was, and no matter that you are a human being and not a goldfish. Significant ones occupy memory corners and set up barricades against any form of hypnosis.

Some professionals make psychiatric diagnoses from a few sentences of an email. Templates reigns in sick notes. Could someone scratch my soul over WhatsApp or Messenger? Something is wrong...

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