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Okay, let’s make an analogy between the club and the movie “Pinocchio”. Let’s wish upon the stars and compel the blue fairy to jump down from the sky to give voice to this clumsy puppet. Who am I in this story? Geppetto? Cricket? Oh, if I’m the Cricket, it makes perfect sense. My goal is to help this doll build self-awareness, saving it from losing itself in the amusement park, where it’s driven by, well, most of its “fibers”. That is to say, most of the elements of the club are on the way to becoming long-eared, speechless asses. Remember the scene where Cricket was mocked by Lampwick? Doesn’t it look similar to what happened on the first day of the game? In the movie, the Cricked, abandoning Pinocchio and running away, hits the closed gates. Our story is quite the opposite. Our Lampwicks, no matter how confident and self-important they may appear, have no idea of what the hell drives the Cricket and what tricks he’s gonna pull out next. Oh, these na;ve Lampwicks! Always seeing only one step ahead.
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