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IT'S AN INTERESTING HYPOTHESIS .
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< The number, written in a way Spamton could understand. >
< The man, for once, wishes to talk. >
< The man, for once, wishes to talk. >
February 7, 2026 at 7:22 PM
< The number, written in a way Spamton could understand. >
< The man, for once, wishes to talk. >
< The man, for once, wishes to talk. >
< The man smiles at you. >
< Your heart, your soul, your being, for only a moment beats irregular. >
< Your heart, your soul, your being, for only a moment beats irregular. >
February 7, 2026 at 6:23 PM
< The man smiles at you. >
< Your heart, your soul, your being, for only a moment beats irregular. >
< Your heart, your soul, your being, for only a moment beats irregular. >
< The man snaps. A thin sheet is placed within Spamton's hands. >
< The man turns the stump. His face, barely visi- >
< And Spamton awakes. Just before he could see. Yet, the paper is still with him. >
< The man turns the stump. His face, barely visi- >
< And Spamton awakes. Just before he could see. Yet, the paper is still with him. >
February 6, 2026 at 9:04 PM
< The man snaps. A thin sheet is placed within Spamton's hands. >
< The man turns the stump. His face, barely visi- >
< And Spamton awakes. Just before he could see. Yet, the paper is still with him. >
< The man turns the stump. His face, barely visi- >
< And Spamton awakes. Just before he could see. Yet, the paper is still with him. >
< The training's been paying off. Or is the man going slower? >
< He's spelling numbers. 10, to be exact. A phone number. >
< He's spelling numbers. 10, to be exact. A phone number. >
February 6, 2026 at 8:56 PM
< The training's been paying off. Or is the man going slower? >
< He's spelling numbers. 10, to be exact. A phone number. >
< He's spelling numbers. 10, to be exact. A phone number. >
< The man shuffles. Hiding himself behind the trunk, such is the way of a recluse. >
< He doesn't speak, as it usually was in the salesman's dream. Only lifting a hand. Moving into gestures unknown. >
< He doesn't speak, as it usually was in the salesman's dream. Only lifting a hand. Moving into gestures unknown. >
February 6, 2026 at 8:49 PM
< The man shuffles. Hiding himself behind the trunk, such is the way of a recluse. >
< He doesn't speak, as it usually was in the salesman's dream. Only lifting a hand. Moving into gestures unknown. >
< He doesn't speak, as it usually was in the salesman's dream. Only lifting a hand. Moving into gestures unknown. >
I HAVE SO MUCH
TO SHOW YOU .
TO SHOW YOU .
February 6, 2026 at 8:45 PM
I HAVE SO MUCH
TO SHOW YOU .
TO SHOW YOU .
< Once more, a tree sways. When did it sprout? How long has it been there? Had the world always been so dark? >
< None of it matters, really. It's rude to ignore company. >
< There is a man here. Stationed behind the tree. >
< None of it matters, really. It's rude to ignore company. >
< There is a man here. Stationed behind the tree. >
February 6, 2026 at 8:42 PM
< Once more, a tree sways. When did it sprout? How long has it been there? Had the world always been so dark? >
< None of it matters, really. It's rude to ignore company. >
< There is a man here. Stationed behind the tree. >
< None of it matters, really. It's rude to ignore company. >
< There is a man here. Stationed behind the tree. >
February 6, 2026 at 8:09 PM
