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god failed us & so we shaved his horn.

look what we did

spill

capital g

good grief

better than bad grief.

//

Bethany looks into his turning black circles, suppressing a sigh. They didn't seem so dark now as they held their gift. Not opaque, but something worthy of conquering, and she would try.

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the future comes like a stampede, and we are its trampled victims.