The future is a vast, fickle mistress, stowing secrets in dark places, obscured and obfuscated in overly obtuse and ominous locales.
It flees as a gazelle, clumsily bounding away, ever out of reach.
What, then, is left? Is there even a choice?
Run.
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Yeah.
Buying that Bright Orange Frisbee was a good idea.
Someone I know from the intarwebz.
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