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The words rested heavy in the air. What a funny thing, Andre thought to himself. Humans are always rushing around, always have someplace to be, something to do, things to see and learn and discover. Leaving things unfinished, what a funny idea. What a messy bunch of creatures. What a delightfully beautiful messy species.
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
humanity
The words rested heavy in the air. What a funny thing, Andre thought to himself. Humans are always rushing around, always have someplace to be, something to do, things to see and learn and discover. Leaving things unfinished, what a funny idea. What a messy bunch of creatures. What a delightfully beautiful messy species.
excerpt from a book i'm writing
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
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