The nights are getting longer. The routine-cycle is spinning again, and again we're having to shift quicker than we wanted to, but that's never a bad thing. I'm manking new mistakes, and thinking about new people to make new mistakes to make with; things are so different without the fences around anymore.
They were supposed to be cages...
....but really, they were fences. We could have jumped them anytime we wanted to. The shooting towers kinda messed things up for us.
Then that whole hypnotic suicide shit.
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