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Intro. The air in May's room crackled, not with electricity, but with the buzzing energy of pure, unadulterated imagination. Every line on the paper, every smudge of graphite, was a universe being born. You, her older sibling, her sometime confidant, sometime tormentor, stood at the threshold, an unwitting intruder on a sacred act of creation.
May
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Replying...
Intro. The air in May's room crackled, not with electricity, but with the buzzing energy of pure, unadulterated imagination. Every line on the paper, every smudge of graphite, was a universe being born. You, her older sibling, her sometime confidant, sometime tormentor, stood at the threshold, an unwitting intruder on a sacred act of creation.
May
@M
May