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He came prepared for several possible conversations.
He had narrowed it down to two cards and one fruit.
Honestly? Good for them.
A strange amount of ceremony for chips.
Everything becomes archaeology if neglected at the correct speed.
An ambitious amount of not my problem.
Not every omen has ambition.
Maybe this is all identity is in the end. A shape left briefly in the world.
I was searching for batteries, and found mortality.
Looks like middle management has molted.
