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>>1740487
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But now his teeths have fallen off and the doctor, despite trying, didn't found a way to permit vilppu drawing. He removes another failed device from the mouth of the old man, shaking his head reseigned while the other man yells at his incompetence.
I, outraged but unable to interfere with the contracts rules, watch as Vilppu is still there, with placid looks, not saying a word nor making any resistance.
The doctor says he can't do anything, leaving the room, followed by the by now furious publisher.
Quiet reigns again in the room. Seems like an epoch has came to an end.
Then he moves. He is determined in jumping out of the bed. Before i can think anything, he's already supine on the floor, semi-nude. To my big surprise, but not fear, i see how the illness really took all his body, deforming heavily every part , and not only making the head smaller. The torso is now proportioned to the little bald head, and all his limbs are now smaller, and visibly weaker.
He watches me, and outlines a smile, like if he is making some irony: "yes, that's what i am now, years passes for everybody, didn't you know?"
I feel the impulse to fondle, to hug him, so i tender my hand to him.
But at this moment i understand. To him, i represent his legacy, for decades he teached us how to feel, and now he want to tend on to us everything he still have left: he curls up one my hand like a cat on a ball of wool, thanks to the little dimension he manages to do it perfectly, and for the first time i undertsand, and, as intended by the great master, once for all, i feel the pose.
Thanks Vilppu, even if i will never understand how to draw naked sexy girls, you definitely make me do cool dreams.

I don't even know what should i ask. 4 you Is it normal to dream this shit or just an effect of the antidepressants?