I am wearing somebody else's socks. I'm not sure who's wearing mine. They could be anywhere but I can't complain. My sock karma is well into the red but there are worse things to have done. People don't really mind about losing socks.
Enough about me. What about us? We probably don't even know each other but it's irrelevant really. Something's happening between us whether you like it or not.
Because by reading this right now you are realising the potential of a moment that I start the second I click save. That moment is happening right now. You're in it just as I was however long ago this message says it was posted. How is the future? I expect much of the same only faster. The past is fine
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