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Loneliness destroys cognition: the same thought can fold in on itself again and again and again until the mind is at capacity. Then, inevitably, a

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The smell of a place with real secrets, the kind of unpeopled place where the concept of a lie had no traction at all.
“You are going to hell, and we all are,” said a random homeless person on the subway.
I am not gay, but I am a gay puppet for Bad Bunny.
You left me because you hated your mother.
You’ve met me at a weird time in my life.
“I am not an animal,” Regina muttered as foam hit the screen.