I went to the psychotherapist, and he said to me, “And you, my friend, have a personality disorder, here are your pills. As soon as you start to hear the voices, immediately call, others will write you out"
Here is the stop.
This explains a lot :D
HH: This is not the end of the story. I come home, all in trouble, thinking about how I got to such a life. I go to bed and I dream that I am a java app. And I, that is, my consciousness, is an abstract class with a huge bunch of heirs. I look further into the code and see that it is absolutely randomly selected who will "roll". Karoche re-written the code so that at least some logic was in the choice of the steering wheel and that it could be changed at any time.
It seems easier)

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