All stories are fiction if you don’t have agency AKA daddy flavors

I am in the period of mourning where first, I combine the psychological traits of this most recent dead friend with the traits of other dead friends. I cherry pick the pathologies and short comings. I then assume that they say something irrevocable about me.

Slave-morality-cum-internal-combustion hums in the background . Organ-death-stress replaces mate…

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