Me (writing): I'm trying but it keeps coming out like a noodle, not an axe.
Kafka: It has to be an axe.
Me: It can't be a noodle for the frozen sea inside us?
Kafka: It cannot.
Me (writing): I'm trying but it keeps coming out like a noodle, not an axe.
Kafka: It has to be an axe.
Me: It can't be a noodle for the frozen sea inside us?
Kafka: It cannot.
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