Conditional Reality

Come to our town. We want to see you. We have all kinds of things for you to do. You can hit us if you want. We will let you. You can steal from us. Yes, it is true. We want you to do all of these things. Our clocks are all stuck at five past one. Do not ask why. It is one of our quirks which you will tell your friends when you speak of our town. The sea is here. You may put trash in it. We love you. Come see us. Come see us now, please.

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