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Third Fiction: No One Belongs Here More Than You
Notes from the Mortified Breeder:
the merge of misery blocks.
Nomer furrows her brow in concentration, grappling with the cryptic instruction to “fiction”.
The yesteryear fixation on the regret model is defunct now, a shallow logic in its wake.
A cobweb without organs.
A dynamic hitbox for the pogue.
Touching glass is no longer a private endeavor.
a drunken LLM on lactose.
