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and she said, "well, did you at least bring the stuff?"
I opened my backpack and retrieved my portable DVD player with "Dude Where's My Car" loaded in it and some 'special' smelly cookies, "Yeah yeah I got the stuff."
"Brooooooo" she droned, and we shook hands.
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@greethewriter.bsky.socialThe door stutters towards darkness. Yet at its threshold, you can still see the outlines of every single room ahead.
And her. You see her, in hazy swirls.
Continue this prompt: “She told me to never come here again. Yet here I am – because I have nothing left.”
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