hello reader,
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
hiding from the rain
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its good short few pages
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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
plato
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