There’s a slight difference with then and now, in a hectic pandemic being stuck - being stuck. Career is lock down on continuous clamps, focusing on better rising dim, dark and damp.
A champ being called while commonly succeeding at nothing, nothing by the way is common see, oh my, fucking bland, mind being raised externally like in your face mentally cuffed.
Can’t have shit on its own without verification from the one wanting access to every thing moving downward on a bright lit path shinning barely through quick sand, resistance in abundance if trying to make a stand.
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