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    No, the only sensible explanation of your reality is that your decisions, your “free will”, are entangled in a strange relationship with some being of a higher order than your own.

    “I feel like I’m inside a book.”

    You look around to check if you exist as text on a page. Some red substance is smeared on the edge of what must be paper. A note beside it reads: “Sorry about the pizza sauce! C’est la vie!”

    At this, you go ahead and experience every one of the plots present in this book.

    Yipee! You win!




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