Confession: I don’t know since how many years among many other stuff has been lying in such orderly fashion my house, I’ve never even touched it.
The Nameless One
I'm here, where are you?
Confession: I don’t know since how many years among many other stuff has been lying in such orderly fashion my house, I’ve never even touched it.
The Nameless One 
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