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Post by Relyt on Sept 30, 2019 19:36:40 GMT 1
Who's not quite dead? Me? Or all of us? Both, or neither I guess. Surprising, to be somewhat sure in a nonspecific measurement of assuredness. Assuredness is a word now. So I ask, who among us who are not quite dead are truly not really quite dead at all? Has the time come to emerge from our fallout shelters that I'm definitely not alone in aquiring to wait out the social holocaust that is the dreaded book of faces? We've seen the advertisements.
The Martians are on our doorstep. It would be unkind to ignore them.
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