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       It is definitely interesting to observe: how
I try to impress certain people:     whose my self:
from not entirely clear motives:    picked out from
the crowd: as worthy of it.  Now I don't explicitly
mean the attractive women:     considering that: in
their case my motives are clear (I plan to have sex
with them): but people:       whom I consider to be
educated - mostly also more educated:  or: talented
- but not more talented: such people:      my self:
around his place of residence: does not recognizing.
       And so:     to find myself in the company of
such a privileged person:     for me: almost always
means: to start making an idiot from myself:   what
entails: a wide range of smiles:         unfinished
sentences - somehow cuted in half:     and a lot of
incorrectly used foreign words.
       It certainly follows: in particular:    from
the fact: that: I feel inferior: because: I did not
study at university. And my wrinkled ears:     are:
hereby: preset to perceive:       smooth cultivated
speech:         these few successfully academically
educated people: like: music.  And immediately: the
desire     to sing with them manifests itself on me
externally:   if possible: in the same cultured and
academic way:    so that they: in particular: know:
that not at all: but not at all: it doesn't matter:
whether a person has a university:   or: has only a
secondary vocational school with graduation  - that
the only thing: that: matters is: how smart   I am:
even without a diploma.



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