You’re walking through the forest. A gang of joyous imps is singing and frolicking in a circle; the din dances irritatingly in and out of the high end of your vocal range. You walk towards them. At first they smile. Their smiles calcify into grimaces. What do you want from us?
7:38 PM - 10 May 2018
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