It's like Chan said, "How selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming."
The robots smile at you knowingly.
No one ever belongs anywhere, baby.
Not even here.
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Words - S
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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