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What I Want But I am choosing. I am choosing to imagine the red car wrapped around a tree. Her airbag deflated. The silence after.
What You Become The pressure builds behind your eyes. Not a headache, something actively pushing outward against your skull from inside.
Awake in the Nebula ...we drift back from the edge where stars pulse like thoughts, and light folds itself into rhythm and color.
Upper Limits "Maya, people are going to notice. Two jackpots from the same store in six weeks will raise questions."
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