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Paper CranesA girl sits at a table in a kitchen, in a large house, in a small coastal town, on the surface on the planet earth, folding paper cranes. There are noises all around her, being the high pitch frequency of the washer-dryer, her Father rummaging through the refrigerator, and the over dramatic opera music. She can not hear any of it. She has plugged in her headphones to drift away in a timeless realm of music and paper folding, stopping every few minutes to catch the last two words of a question her father has asked her. As always such a question is followed by a "what?" before she drifts back into silence only to mishear aPaper Cranes


another random nothingCripto Porticoanother random nothing
another random nothing watching tv I dont feel too great, i want tea but it seems too late to boil water which sucks. so, Im hust going to sit here and type whatever I was going to type to whoever i was going to talk to. its ok. i almost wish that kid in the commercial put their hand too far in a blender. shit smells too good which is abnormal and just plain stupid. I feel like I am going to have the permanent mark of "I work here" on my hand for a while. Ill be right back. . . .
took my ice tea down in one swig. if that makes any sense please state so I am gone right
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Im nothing special, and come to think of it neither are you, and the same thing goes for everyone. We as a group are a bubble in someone's soda, who is a bubble in someone else's soda. . . and yet, we still do this >...>
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