Funny how all we say used to be hypothetical.
Funny how what we can't conceive will be normal in a few years.
Funny how we can't duck the future.
Funny how we perish in the past, cherish the present, languish all the while.
You know, a breach of privacy is a tidy little box in my mind at the moment. It's a quiet little box that keeps trying to unpack the foam peanuts on my floor upstairs. In a fit, they flew to the ground like they always would.
Would it be wise to use the word "no"? Contextually?
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