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This is not a nose-to-the-text kinda thing I'm writing. In contingency (vs. "fact"), it is an affirmation of my uncertainty of what a nose is, nevermind to whom or what it belongs, and it is done with a (non)knowledge of where I am putting that uncertain organ, but with a suspicion that I am always already smelling "myself."

So. That is what the weekend holds for me. What about you?

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