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i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Better Lift

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

hello reader,

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

wait what is that

so an active mazelike process

December 2025

2 (actually index). two is company