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Come, the sideshow starts today!
You can see the spectacles on display. Watch, imagine, fantasize You will never believe your eyes! Standing before you in front of this wall is a man who can't be seen at all. But he is here, without a doubt, though you won't see him move about. How do you suppose he feels when others doubt that he is real? Just because he's out of sight, to be out of mind isn't right. It may seem that he's not there, but if you could show him that you care you will believe when you see that the invisible man is me.
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