I love you too, buddy.
It's true, there's no real excuse except the usual ubiquitous childhood trauma hatching into a fear of intimacy. Please accept my coldblooded...
I missed you too, old bean. And, of course, thy mother. I've always assumed that it went without saying that underneath all the wild...
I've been keeping well but I've been worried about my international friends. I'm glad you're all surviving. Ironically, it turns out that decades...
Good morning, friends. I hope you're all keeping well.
Ugh. This guy. Good morning and good bye.
Bless your cotton socks, you know we are spiraling into a phase of industrialised incivility. But yeah, I'd totally play that game. You may...
It grows less civilised by the day, old bean, but I concede megacities policing jaywalking with an instant sentence of fifteen years in the cube...
Good le morning. It's cute that you think there will be any major cities in fifty years. I only stopped doomsaying regularly because I figured...
... We can lease indoors too. Good morning.
So wait, it was a real event that is a figurative nightmare? Did... did your apartment building(?) run a practise fire drill, and you all had to...
Haps birf yo. I got chaotic neutral.
There is a point in a yogi’s reincarnation when they just consign all their old friends to a basket of unconditional goodwill, and keep on sailing...
That is a pity. Good morning.
That /was/ only a short scene, but there does seem to be an awful lot of implicit prologue. See, if you do write down or otherwise train your...
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