strange satellite

Illuminatus eyed the bluebird who’d just flown in on the window seal suspiciously with his most closed of 4 eyes.

“Harrison,” he muttered. “Harry.” He got up off the 256th most crazy thing in the sim and walked toward Centre again.

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