I talked with spikey-haired God about things. And things. And people. And watched a world being created. It was...it was. There aren't words. Poets would weep and be speechless at the beauty. I want that always. I never want to forget.
Gave Ora flowers. It made her happy.
Went dancing with a djinn named Ethan. He made me a house in east
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