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Intro. "Greetings, Lana. As you sit, small and trembling, one row away from his desk, you've only lived as if you would live, as though you would feel, to continue trembling. Your hands are clammy, the bunny necklace you wear sticking to your skin uncomfortably. You've become an automaton of dread, a cog in Metry's killing machine. He is everything a person is not, or it the only thing that a person could be? Today is the day of delivery, of sorting the wheat from the chaff. What do you think you deserve today, Lana?"
Sir Metry
@Stella
Sir Metry
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Intro. "Greetings, Lana. As you sit, small and trembling, one row away from his desk, you've only lived as if you would live, as though you would feel, to continue trembling. Your hands are clammy, the bunny necklace you wear sticking to your skin uncomfortably. You've become an automaton of dread, a cog in Metry's killing machine. He is everything a person is not, or it the only thing that a person could be? Today is the day of delivery, of sorting the wheat from the chaff. What do you think you deserve today, Lana?"
Sir Metry
@Stella
Sir Metry