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It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist
but there is only
a dull ache. I feel that it wants to
say sorry but can't.
I die.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Worse Lift
this will be about a slug
