Aubrey A. Human Writer

Last night feels like today, feels like tomorrow, a repeating pattern, looped into predictable cycles. If A2 + B2 = C2 , then what road doesn’t lead to America, the trending Rome, reborn, refiltered and redispensed for upper-classmen pleasure? Yes, women are still invisible, staring through the glass top, watching it on TV, reading about

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