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Don't take the red one, Neo

I can feel it coming, encroaching. Like a bank vault closing. Steel mechanisms grinding steadily towards complete separation of one room from the next. Unreal. Like Pleasantville and The Matrix and A Beautiful Mind all run together. Reality twisting under an unknown pressure, crushed into a thing unrecognizable. Like sheets of freezing rain that keep you in when you ache to be out.

I hate the rain. I need to be outside. I can't breathe.

9:42 am - 09.28.02
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