"The next day she was restless, guilty. She had broken a taboo. [...] She had gone too far." Excuse me, ma'am, but you were already too far, like, quite some time ago. Maybe when you spread honey on yourself for the bear. Or maybe when you watched the bear take a dump. Or maybe when you took a dump beside the bear in some strange act of submission or solidarity or connectivity. Regardless, you were already too far.
— Apr 09, 2022 08:29PM
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