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Where lost things just might go.

You died on a Tuesday. I stayed behind.

Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.

On nursing things that should no longer remain.

In the south, we're looking at ∎∎∎∎ skies and a ∎∎∎∎ chance of rain.

The life of an obligate ram ventilator.

Aimless musings.

You're a duck. Eat and sleep!

An immortal being contemplates the imminent end of things. He's also out of tea.

The dishes need doing.

What's everyone been up to while you were gone?

how am i supposed to keep it afloat?