One day I arrived at the realization that my life had a purpose and meaning.
Click, drag, drop, clear.
Some things should be avoided like the plague.
Some things, like the plague, are unavoidable.
Rolled-up fire and Bombay Sapphire.
Guitar, bass, and a lyre.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Inhale, exhale.
"Is this thing on?"
Deus ex machina.
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