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This life is so disappointing and bizarre in some ways, I expect to be really angry when the world doesn't actually end next month. In other ways, it's sort of magical and endearing and whatever happens next, I'll have nostalgia to keep me company.
Yesterday at 9:13, my house burned down. I'm going to consider that evidence that soon I'll have no use for anything. And probably not anyone.
Yesterday at 9:13, my house burned down. I'm going to consider that evidence that soon I'll have no use for anything. And probably not anyone.