The second editing bay keeps weaving in inappropriate nonsense. I keep insisting that I’m not thinking about anything inappropriate and he keeps trying to convince the people who are using the technology that I’m thinking of it. My mind is clear and I’m focused on the fencing match.
11:34am
The man keeps impersonating me and editing my thoughts by sexualizing everything he can. He just sexualized me borrowing a bicycle. I wish he would stop sexualizing everything and let me live.
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