You begin hearing an annoying low hum coming from above. When you look up you see what you take to be your very own face.

 
 
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Oh my, this is quite improper, but I cannot deny this magnetic attraction to, well, I suppose it's towards myself. What are these feelings I harbor. They are familiar. It is as if I were in a state of infatuation with my own body. And yet somehow the subject of my affection seems so distant. I wish to join it but how. And why?

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