The day I realized the innate faults in marionette satellites, I had a crisis. It was tumbletumbletumbletumble terrible.
I had to call the sea, but it was irate I had to call the magistrate, but he needed to meditate I had to write a mandate, but its worthlessness was innate.
“What a predicament“, was the sentiment that I relished in particular.
A little narrative shift is in order if I'm gonna update again this soon, but right now I'm trying pretty hard to avoid work, so I'll be able to handle it
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I am sunburnt for the first time this summer, and I must say, I've done a good job. Even my eyelids are a little burnt. However, this is no normal burn, it is the badge of a great adventure
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