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Or maybe he wanted the ball all the way down the hill and then wanted to wait to see who noticed it was there and came over on their own.
I've dreamed enough to know what that life was like, for all of us. As far as I'm aware I'm one of the few who actually took off to decompress every so often. A lot of you guys didn't do that. And that other me handled her life with all the subtlety of a hammer to the forebrain, so even then the 'decompression' time was more like 'other jobs for other people for money' instead of 'hey lets deal with the fact I have an implant in my head that just fucked my life over'.