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With each new step comes a fresh white pang. A flash in the pan is a flash nonetheless. Like a pulsar, it's quickly gone but lurking in the dark only to return in a decade. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, no, thirty lashes with the cat-o-nine, and in a decade, ten more. Kept uneven, unpredictable--at odd numbers. All just to keep one on one's toes and back on one's knees.
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Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
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With each new step comes a fresh white pang. A flash in the pan is a flash nonetheless. Like a pulsar, it's quickly gone but lurking in the dark only to return in a decade. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, no, thirty lashes with the cat-o-nine, and in a decade, ten more. Kept uneven, unpredictable--at odd numbers. All just to keep one on one's toes and back on one's knees.
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Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
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