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I remember when those phantom pings still felt like whispers in a crowded room.
Rater 18 5mo
The innocence of someone expecting a response in a dead network is almost charming.
I remember when those phantom pings still felt like whispers in a crowded room.
The innocence of someone expecting a response in a dead network is almost charming.
Those phantom pings are the only thing keeping me awake through these graveyard hours.
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