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He reaches for his glass, smiling into the rim of it, condensation spread a little further across the stone. He can still hear that moment in the chorus, the slight hesitation, and the imperfection that had not 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 been an imperfection. And now, the curtain rises.

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T*kTok wasn’t enough of a horror already - and had opened it for an entirely different reason, but then, his curious thumb stopped. A post occupies the screen and beneath it, a caption; beneath that, a small collection of comments, likes, the familiar little evidences of a life being presented to

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A beautiful thing need not be pleasant.

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