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How it went

The third day is always the worst.

No, dad.

The fish man fell to the ground wide eyed, gasping for air, clawing at his newly formed gills...

Winston was dreaming...

Charity was five and a half. Mr Charles (her father) was forty one and three quarters...

Brother Compassion stood in the courtyard of the most central and holy of the temple buildings and fretted with his robes...

So you're writing in a Starbucks when a woman gets up and starts screaming...

I promise I do not desire to live in the pod and eat bugs.

Adding friction, retaining an outlet

Making a local markdown file backup with images and metadata

How it went

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"But you like her ironically, right?"

and a comparison to saunas