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[duccio]

Wednesday about noon, I'm invisible, taking pictures, and on my way to work. While there Thursday, I abruptly heard about somebody talking behind another person's back. That shit comes right back around. They do it in such a clumsy way that you wonder if they are just saying it to your face, but supposing themselves to be invisible, as if utilizing a cloaking device to hide behind, or fantasizing wearing a tarnhelm while making with their calumnies. They must have something wrong with them. What do I think about this? It's like in Simon Boccanegra, the Council Chamber scene: "Sia maledetto!" heh.