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Thursday, May. 11, 2017
5:33 a.m.
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When I see/hear/encounter new things, I automatically sort them into Dawn Would Have Liked This or Dawn Would Not Have Liked This. Like it keeps her alive somehow; like the algorithm could replicate into eternity, even though it'll only replicate until I stop too.


"Miles to go before I sleep."

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