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puts ':: %s' % title
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text = File.read(path)
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text.sub!('|next]]') { '|%s]]' % inc(title) }
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text.sub!('$version') { `git log --pretty=format:'%as %h' -1` }
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puts text
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$index.push title
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@ -8,4 +8,6 @@ SPOILERS [[index]]
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[[source code|https://code.fleshless.org/wtssts/wtssts]]
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version: $version
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(end of page)
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@ -134,3 +134,146 @@ She fiddles with her phone and suddenly the music starts to play. I know
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\ world end put a stop to the avalanche of recorded creativity? Em's off,
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\ and I might as well heed her advice. I take off the catsuit and get
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\ under the blanket and lay on my stomach and put my arms behind my back.
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Is it a coincidence that I like this album? Does Em like it too or did she
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\ choose the music for me? How does she know what I like? This goes beyond
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\ reading thoughts, I didn't think about any of this since way back when.
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\ This looks so alien I didn't try to analyze it and I still don't even know
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\ where to start. Am I sleeping? Am I in simulation? How do I confirm? As far
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\ as I remember this is an unfalsifiable theory so this is not a start, this
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\ is a stop.
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I try to remember all the facts about me Em shouldn't know but does. Some
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\ of them might really be just luck, others are definite. First track ends
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\ and another one starts. Oh, so this is not an album, it's a mixtape. Well,
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\ I like this one too. I guess she might somehow have been able to get her
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\ hands on my online footprint from fourty years ago... How do I know it's
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\ really been fourty years? I can't independently verify any presupposition,
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\ so it's hard to go on, too many question marks. For all I know I might be
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\ an android... wait... gynoid? Anyway, with generated memories...
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This is a scary thought. Maybe I shouldn't go into that, I'm not ready to
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\ play the terminator just yet. You know, the thing with the arm. Another
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\ track, three for three so far. Let's just relax and listen to the music.
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\ Why is it even important to me: the story of this place, of myself, of the
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\ world? I'm about to give up an independent existence anyway, shouldn't I
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\ be ready to stop thinking for myself? What is it that I'm giving up,
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\ exactly? Something I have, but don't use, something that keeps me down
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\ instead of providing tools for... yeah, persuit of happiness? I fear that
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\ I'm not giving something up, I'm just giving up, and I shouldn't.
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"I will go down with the ship" and all that? "There will be no white flag
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\ above my door"? "I'm in love and always will be"? That last one feels out
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\ of place. Am I in love with Em? Not really, no. But if I were to be,
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\ it's not surrendering, it's the opposite, it's where the enemy is
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\ thoroughly routed and we take Manhatten, Berlin, and every other place.
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\ What, the enemy? Adult life. Human condition.
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I ponder for a while. Next track, four for four. I don't have a coherent
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\ thought now, I'm just laying down on someone else's bed, SOMEWHERE.
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\ Then a line from the song hits me hard. "Would you raise your head if it
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\ was kept down low?"
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...
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Fucking hell, I can't even be a proper submissive bondage slut as it turns
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\ out, because I would. Fuck me, I would. No point prolonging this charade,
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\ I turn around, I want to get up and leave. Em is here, standing near the
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\ bed, looking at me. Half of my face must have melted down, I don't think
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\ I look very pretty at the moment. Her eyes are wide, like "what the fuck
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\ is happening", like "what the fuck Mute, what now". I sit up, point to
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\ the ceiling and wave my finger in the air. How do you show "listen to the
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\ lyrics?" I can't be fucked to get creative, not now.
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I don't think she understood me, but I'll explain later, if I could first
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\ put into words my patchwork of feelings. I get out of the bed, pick up my
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\ suit and go back into the room where I left my boots, Em follows.
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"Shit, I was hoping to have a dinner with you, I brought food from the
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\ canteen." -- she sounds disappointed, maybe I don't need to leave right
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\ this second? She hands me my phone. I take it and turn it on again.
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> Sorry Em, I'm a mess, you didn't do anything wrong. Give me a minute to
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> put myself together and let's have a dinner, sure.
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"You look ready to leave, I don't want to keep you here if you don't want
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\ to be here."
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> It's a natural reaction for me to run away in any situation. You
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> shouldn't enable my unproductive behaviour.
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She looks at me, uncertain.
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"If you want to tell me what the situation is, I want to listen. Sit down
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\ on the couch, I'll be your proper host... -ess... today."
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The couch is comfortable. What do I tell her? I start typing, hoping it
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\ will somehow make sense in the end.
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> I can see myself from an outside point of view, and all I do since I
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> woke up is freaking out at everything, being hysterical and unreasonable
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> and conflicted and impulsive and a pain in the ass for everybody. And
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> I want to stop being that, but it doesn't stop, and I don't like it,
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> but I keep trying and not getting better. The situation is I'm freaking
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> out again. You are correct, I'm not ready, not for what I ask, not for
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> anything else. The song made me remember that despite all my erotic
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> fantasies I will always defy authority, no gods no masters, and it's a
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> difficult circle to square. It's also hard for me to ignore that this
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> world is not what I'm used to. I see no place for myself here and that
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> keeps me on edge all the time. Secrets don't help at all, nothing makes
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> sense, and I thought I can just let it all go, be a pony again, but...
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> I don't suppose you have a brainwashing machine and a will to use it.
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The food is served, Em sits on a chair across the table and reads my
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\ ramblings. I guess I'll take a bite or two, why not. Do I...?
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> Can we maybe get, like, drunk or anything?
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"Aw, how cute! We can, but not right away. I'll get back to you on that."
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She puts her phone down and sits in silence, thinking. Then she starts
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\ to eat, still thinking. If she knows me as much as I imagine she does,
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\ none of this should come as a surprise, how I am now is how I always
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\ have been, so it's interesting what's it she's thinking about. Would
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\ she be disappointed that I'm not going to be her thing or would she be
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\ relieved, or maybe it's something else entirely?
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"I'm not brainwashing you even if I could, like why would I do that?
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\ Instead I can offer you two things. First is a job."
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That's unexpected, I'm listening.
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"It doesn't look like much, but it's a proper job someone has to do.
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\ I could play it up... but I don't want to. We need someone to man the
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\ bunker again, now that Old Man isn't in there. Keep it tidy, keep it
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\ occupied, keep the needle in the green, don't go too far into the
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\ woods, simple. No salary, but a place to live and basic necessities
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\ covered. You'll have food and fuel supply, no need for survival shit."
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It... actually sounds cool. I nod. Em is thinking again, I guess about
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\ the second thing.
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...
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"The second thing is this. I accept your friendship gift at face value,
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\ as just a friendship gift. I'll have to be direct now, no way around
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\ it. Lace yourself up, don't touch yourself, don't come without me.
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\ I'll be visiting from time to time, be patient. Our friendship will
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\ be unique, but we are also unique, so it's fitting. I have to remind
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\ you that none of this is an order."
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Also unexpected, and slightly hot. I nod again. She produces the black
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\ ribbon from her pocket, the one I gave her, and places it in front of
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\ me. I pick it up.
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"You may start whenever you like, I'll send you all the info later. Oh,
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\ and take the stairs when you go up, and close that door behind you."
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Is it my cue to leave? Do I want to stay? I don't know what I want,
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\ really, at least choosing from available options. Does Em want me to
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\ leave? I can't tell. If I ask, she'll probably tell me again that
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\ this is my decision. Eh, whatever, it's not a big deal...
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[[I think I'll go.|next]]
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Today marks two weeks, two weeks I hadn't come. I shouldn't have started with
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\ this, but I'm so horny it's hard to think about anything else. Usually what
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\ happens is I start daydreaming, get aroused and then try to find something
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\ to do to get my mind off my laced pussy -- FUCK WHY DID I THINK THAT -- or
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\ maybe something that would beat the devil out it, so to say. I hadn't come
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\ for more than two weeks, what I meant is I've been living in the bunker for
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\ two weeks now, so it's two weeks since Em told me not to come without her,
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\ and it's been rough. What I'd do now is go to the cold room, because that
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\ helps, and solve some math problems, because that helps too. Oh, before
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\ that maybe I should wash my suit and boots once again, not because they are
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\ dirty, but because I need something to do.
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After I've climbed the stairs, and that wasn't easy... How the hell had Em
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\ managed to do it with her wound is beyond me, she must be much more tough
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\ than I've given her credit before. Was she deployed on some missions or did
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\ she go through training just because, just in case? If she was, I'd like her
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\ to tell me some real stories from her past, I'm guessing there's a good
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\ chance for crazy Hollywood-style action somewhere in there, it would be
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\ something interesting to listen to.
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Anyway, after I've climbed the stairs and closed that door behind me, Em sent
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\ me some docs that described what needs to be done. First thing next morning
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\ I've took inventory, or rather started taking inventory of all the things
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\ in the bunker -- storage, the rooms, equipment, machinery, everything. It
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\ took some time to complete, meanwhile I was also busy making friends with
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\ the stove. As it turns out, the bunker has central heating with a boiler
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\ and water pipes going into every room, and every room's pipe has a valve to
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\ it, and none of them were marked, so I had to do that too. I mean I would
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\ close the valves and open them one by one and then go find the room that
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\ would get warmer some time afterwards. I'd also work the generator to keep
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\ the batteries charged.
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After the inventory was complete I've checked it against the spreadsheet that
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\ lists all the things the bunker should have and sent back an order for all
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\ the things missing. Next morning there was a box near the secret door and a
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\ guy near the box. We've saluted one another and he left. I've spent the day
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\ filling the storage and the lockers, and putting into the box all the extra
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\ things the sheet didn't mention. I was sad to part with the harness and the
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\ gag and the dildo and the plug, but what can you do, eh. Maybe we'll meet
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\ again friends, I'll miss you for sure. Next morning the same guy took the
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\ box back into the complex.
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Not much to do for entertainment here. I've been going out for a walk and
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\ some branchsitting, which sounds like much more fun than it is. What I was
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\ trying to joke about is it sounds like some herbisexual practice... Okay,
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\ I'll stop now. For food I've been using the same supplies from the storage
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\ meaning tins and more tins. I don't really mind, but this is a survival
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\ diet, would be nice to have more... I don't know, vitamins and shit? Or do
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\ they include all you need in there now? I'll ask later I guess. I see what
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\ Em meant when she said she could play it up, or at least I think I do. It
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\ would be very easy to imagine this as some kind of prison, if not for the
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\ unlocked hatch. I'm free to go, but there's nowhere to go, so I stay here.
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