I love the little tracks around the girls. You guys are so lucky we ladies found you and claimed you, or you'd still be in that basement by yourselves (or with each other, but let's not go there)
A quivering mass of neurons stored on a dusty shelf in a jar of cerebrospinal fluid. A single dying 9 volt battery with corroding contacts powers the filmy container. A lone led winks on and off, casting dim shadows against the storeroom walls.
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I love the little tracks around the girls. You guys are so lucky we ladies found you and claimed you, or you'd still be in that basement by yourselves (or with each other, but let's not go there)
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