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He always found something to worry and confuse himself about. Recently, he got into an unhealthy habit of either thinking metaphysical, mind-boggling thoughts, or drowning in a state of limerence. Right now, he was confused as to whether he was a precocious boy, or simply a naïve, young man. Neither conclusion seemed fitting. What he wasn’t confused about, though, was his hurting foot...

Ouch. I should fucking get to work.

$root - whoami
disoriented dick
Face об Table

// Go back in time

Big Words and Meaning Thereof

// To the future

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