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Can’t they see how hard they’re making it for themselves? I vented to whoever was willing to listen

In real life, the game is even harder

Let me tell you the legend of a mythical creature, the sleepy newborn

The intensity shocks me each time anew, because isn’t time the antidote to pain?

Ignoring my instincts to go out and warn you to stay on the deck, I watch you fumble with the latch

It seemed to us that the stores, like childhood itself, would last forever