everett
he closes his eyes. the world is quiet, and his vision is blackening. his body is relaxing, from the tips of his toes, rising up to his stomach, to his chest.
he should feel free.
his heart is slowing down, but his mind is panicking. what if this was a terrible decision? he sees his moment of clarity. he doesn't want to—
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the brain project [1]
Short Story❝ am i supposed to believe that you're not still a dick? ❞ ❝ yes. ❞ ❝ no. ❞ ❝ maybe. ❞
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