the girl who said fuck frequently walked on a cobblestoned road embraced by trees. the last of few.
the man who had just been given a seven minute long motivational speech of the Most Outstanding Quality blinked. the Speech Giver, a presumably wise, interesting-smelling old man on the skywalk by the station, had disappeared.
The difference between knowing everything and knowing enough is one that every individual should understand but very few do.
There’s no part 1, but if you imagine there was, it makes the entropy easier to accept.
I’m a piece of paper
He was always exceptionally good at hide and seek.