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...Hey mom, do you think we can telegraph hugs into other universes?
…There we go. Should be working now. Time to finally get some breakfast, or… whatever meal I’m supposed to have at this time. Better bring some food back for the others.
Fucking hell… I am… so sorry you all had to see that. I didn’t post any of that, I think I was projecting my thoughts or something? Which I can apparently do without trying?? I’m doing fine, just… really, really pissed off. I’ll be okay.