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Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.
But I think now I am ready.
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Time had passed. It was November now, and it was raining, the kind of rain that you know is going to add up to something. Sara's birthday was close.
We had continued as technically platonic friends, whatever the tensions were. As time went on her curiosity towards me dried up, I was pretty sure she was poking and running away from her teacher's penis on the side. I had taken to furiously masturbating to this idea every morning, leaving me with no further energy to groom the small and probably infertile child, but I had a plan, it was coming together, and it was going to change everything.
Bill's fine, by the way. Fucked out of his mind on ritalin whenever I see him, but sometimes he smiles now.
Anyway, I joined a gym shortly after I left you last, approximately three months ago, and SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.
It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt.