"so we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end... if that bastard has been lying, i shall split open his chest and tear out his beating heart, and feed it to that big beautiful dog. whatever happens, i shall keep this dog. and i did."
— Jan 03, 2026 09:52AM
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