The year is 2074. I'm lying in my hospice bed surrounded by chosen family I motion for one of them to come closer. "What is it, Laura?" "Don't cry for me," I whisper. "I've lived a full life. I have only one regret... "I never did find out what the fuck was in that bag"
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I'm torn because on one hand you're spreading ridiculous shit in my head and threatening my life and the lives of people I care about but in the other you're being really creative about it and I can't decide whether to block you or not
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