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Back in the place before, in the city Una and I had been in, we arrived to apartments that were already laid out for us. They had some possessions from home, our names on mailboxes, and we had assigned roommates. It was as if the dream had planned our arrival. The city was so strangely generic that it was easy to mold around anyone who arrived.
But this place exists already, and it is only now beginning to give us a glimpse of home. Or, in my case, work. My door's open for anyone who might need an ear.
[Readable]Sometimes I'm not so sure this isn't a shared delusion
Private to Strange
How are you feeling?
But this place exists already, and it is only now beginning to give us a glimpse of home. Or, in my case, work. My door's open for anyone who might need an ear.
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Private to Strange
How are you feeling?
