He always talked with two warring tongues. He would blurt something out, and, after only a moment of silence, suddenly doubt himself, and mutter a rebuttal under his breath. It was as if two of his selves wrestled for control. We all have numerous different selves for different contexts, but he would switch between them mid sentence, leaving me disoriented and unsure of how to proceed.
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Nihilistic Porcupine 