blissed out for a short time than fucking bored and miserable till I’m like ninety or something.” “Yeah, I’ve thought about that too.” We’re quiet awhile after that—or at least, I am. Gack is kinda rambling like he does, but I’m not paying attention. I try to remember—was I happy before all this? The fucking tweak won’t let me think. It tries to tell me I wasn’t. Maybe that’s the truth. “This is life,” says Gack, shaking me. “This is living. Every day is an adventure.” “I don’t know,” I say after a moment. “Every day is the same thing. Gack, I love you for everything you’ve done for me—but I
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