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I remember when I stopped worrying about death, because I had seen enough of the world.
That’s a short but touching poem.
POV you’re behind side-eyeing Chloe in the year of Our Lord two thousand and also thirteen A.D.
Is that the bottom of a Tesla Truck or any other large vehicle?
Dark and moist.
Sounds like mold might be in their future.
