MeMy name is not Jim. In fact, I hate this name. My real name is Danny. I like the name Danny, for some reason. I'm not sure if it fits me. I'm not even sure what it means. It doesn't feel like it should fit me. I don't think I should have a name. Maybe I don't deserve one. Names are a big deal to me, actually. I like names. Well, I don't like all names. I guess I like the concept of names. They're important to me for some reason. My name is important, yet I am not. I'm not important because I can't do anything. I have no talents, no remarkable traits, I haven't done anything for the world, for the nation, for the city, for my own scMe
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