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uhHHHh h H i jstu woke up and so many things are happening??¿¿? is the neatchat still going on!!!! what did i miss omf

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Butter knives are actually very threatening. I know for a fact that sliding butter onto toast too violently can result in butter coated stab wounds. It's not an enjoyable experience, let me tell you that, and the nurses at the clinic will only laugh at you when you explain what happened. It's a hard life.

Kids are so fuckin’ weird. Some of them are even borderline scary, like. There was this little boy with his dad at Hazelnut’s yesterday, he was six or something, maybe seven, and the fuckin’ dad handed over his knife — a butter knife, but still — when the kid said he wanted to play with it. If he ends up psychopathic in twenty years, s’not my fault. You heard it here first, folks.

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Awh, there's no need to wish! Where there's a will, there's a way, I always say, and you seem like a super capable person! Now see, I love coffee, don't get me wrong. There's nothing quite like a cappucino brewed just right. But I've gotta say, I'm more of a tea guy myself. Don't hate! Coffee is still God's greatest gift to mankind. And scaring martians with you sounds lovely. Space is so cool. I want to visit every planet and scare every alien. I'll be the biggest intergalactic scandal ever.

I wish I could have that mentality, at least with myself. And you are right, coffee is always the answer. Well its the best answer I’ve ever found, especially with carmel shots. Ha- I never thought of it like that. Maybe on our trip to mars we’ll scare all the martians. They’ll probably be a huge “aliens sighted” scandal.

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What made you come to that conclusion? I mean, I suppose humans have their faults, but we're not born bad. We're inherently good, or at least innately have good intentions. What could've possibly convinced you otherwise? But to each his own, and you have every right to trust in the beliefs that you do. And dude--if I've brought up any unpleasant thoughts or made anything worse--I know you said no more apologies, but I don't wanna cause you that kind of grief. Ignorance is bliss, as they say, and if it's working for me and it's working for you, there's nothing more I can say about it. I'm sorry you feel that way about the stars, though; I think they have the opposite effect on me. They make me feel very, very small, but the idea of the universe and all its uncertainties--well, it's a good enough distraction from the shitstorm life brews up sometimes.

When you don’t believe that the human race as a whole holds either significance or worth, it’s sort of difficult to assure yourself of that. But don’t worry, there’s literally no reason for you to feel bad for me, or for you to be sorry for me — it’s just how I am, how I’ve always been, and most likely how I always will be. Suppose that’s the price of breaking yourself out of blissful ignorance, willingly or otherwise. I’m good. You’re good. We’re good. No more unnecessary apologies. My methods? Well, I suppose you could say that my main “defense mechanism” — as you sort of put it — would be completely ignoring it until someone or something makes me think of it. I try not to be outside on clear nights, for instance ; space and stars fuck me up royally. 

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You've no idea how relieved I am to hear interest still holds. Blanket Forts are the superior building model, in my opinion, and I think all future architecture should follow a similar structure. How else will society progress without such innovation? My blanket fort has actually reached new levels of massive, which is absolutely fantastic. Right now it's covering my whole living area, but I intend to eventually cover my apartment until all that remains are blankets and pillows.

Trust me, it’s definitely still being appreciated. It’s a dying branch, the blanket fort one, but if you’re a true builder at heart, you’ll survive. There are a lot of people out there who dig that stuff. Including me, obviously. — How big did you make it?

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After a morning of half-hearted movie marathoning under cover of his newly constructed blanket fort, Ezra found himself trite with boredom. Boredom, and perhaps a little bit of an appetite. Structuring sofa pillows and the backs of chairs was intensive work, and he yearned for some kind of adventure to leap through his window and take him away. And though leap through his window it did not, adventure arrived regardless. 

In a town chock-full of kindred souls, Ezra had assumed he'd reached the limit for how sweet a person could possibly be; Elise, however, proves him wrong. She is impossibly friendly, and Ezra cannot help but be pulled in at the mention of red velvet. It had always been his favourite; an odd tradition, perhaps, but his mother had baked him red velvet cake every year on his birthday. At the mention of it, especially in the form of ice cream, Ezra's heart pangs with a mixture of nostalgia and excitement. He can't possibly resist. If not for the absolute sin red velvet ice cream presents itself in his mind, then for the reminder of his family.

"You're probably right," he grins lopsidedly in response to Elise. "I'm rubbish with places. I have a knack for getting lost." He rubs his neck self consciously, reddening slightly at the memory of how many times he's spent hours trying to find his own house in a small town he's lived in for years. "I owe you nothing; if this ice cream turns out to be good stuff, though, I'll probably end up promising my first born."

Ezra follows her, meeting her pace easily in a few long strides. "So, Elise, I know next to nothing about you. I'm fairly sure my mother warned me long ago about accepting sweet things from strangers." He laughs softly, realizing belatedly how lame he must look laughing at his own jokes. "Nice," he mutters to himself. He looks anywhere but at Elise, afraid he's already blown his chance at friendship with this girl. "How far away is this place, anyway?" 

Red Velvet and Sunshine || Elise & Ezra

Besides animals, ice cream was one of Elise’s true loves. That’s what she told everyone anyway. When she first arrived in Peaches the first thing she did was walk around and get herself lost. It was during this trip that she found the cutest little grocery store. The store was off the main path so she didn’t think many people knew about it. They sold all sorts of different things, but what caught her attention was the huge collection of ice cream they had. It seemed like they had every flavor imaginable, including red velvet. She had heard some of her friends back home talk about it and as hard as she tried she couldn’t find the flavor anywhere. Until she stumbled upon this store.

Since not many people knew about it she wasn’t surprised that Ezra had never had red velvet ice cream. It was her favorite flavor and she always had it stocked in her fridge back at her apartment. She rarely shared her secret grocery store with anyone. If everyone knew then they would never have the ice cream she wanted, and as generous as she was she just could not have that. But she felt bad for him and decided to let him in on her little secret. 

"It’s not too far from here but you probably never would have found it if it weren’t for me. You’re forever indebted to me now probably." She gave him a small smile and started walking down the street towards their destination. 

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Shit, man...that's some heavy stuff to deal with. Yeah, no, of course, only talk about it if you're feeling comfortable. I know how that kind of thing feels like it's consuming your mind; it's awful and you don't feel like you'll ever feel release. I'm sorry you have to go through with that so often. You're strong, buddy. I tend to try to look on the brighter side of things, if I can help it. Maybe it's a defense mechanism--but it works, right? I think by just assuring yourself of your own self-worth and significance, it gets easier to deal with. I'm not sure, maybe I need better material. What are your methods of getting through it?

The problem is if I get into it, I won’t come out of it for days or longer, and I’m not one hundred percent sure I’m at all ready to deal with that level of fuckery at the moment. Maybe this weekend when I have more time to lie around my apartment, contemplating the pointlessness of existence, I’ll take you up on that offer ; not that it isn’t a constant background noise in my mind, because it is, but it’s some other level shit to actively discuss it too. Teach me your methods of ignoring reality — someone like me can never have too many. 

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I mean, I'm sure there are other ways, but nothing compares in the efficiency and effectiveness of a good blanket fort. They're the cure to everything; sad? Blanket fort. Sick? Blanket fort. Cancer? Blanket fort, probably. And the address your question--my forts never really come down. They kind of just keep expanding. Which means that yes, the two of us could effectively build a small town out of my sofa pillows.

Frankly, I’m uncertain there is any other way to deal with such a daunting state of mind. More importantly… is the fort still up, and is there room for me?

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Thank you! No one appreciates art nowadays. Those damn youths and their technology, where has appreciation for the good ol' blanket fort days gone? 

Blanket forts are difficult things to build. If that’s your way of dealing with adulthood, it proves you’re actually quite capable of being an adult. After all, someone needs to teach the next generation the important skills.

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No such thing as overreacting! I think everyone's entitled to however they're feeling. And coffee is literally always the answer, especially when you're feeling down! Now, butif you really think about it, we're all space aliens aren't we? At least, to some entity out there. Can I take you up on that trip to mars? Earth has been terribly boring lately.

Oh, well thankyou! I’m probably over-reacting, after a caffeine shot should be feeling a lot better. And I honestly can’t say I’ve ever heard a space alien, you’re a very lucky man- maybe I should add it to my bucket list, right next to “visit mars”

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Woah, there. This is something I've just recently started feeling, I can't imagine facing those kinds of questions at twenty-two years old, let alone age twelve. I mean, man, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm a good listener. Honest. Or if you ever need a companion to ponder the meaning or lack thereof of existence or life itself, I've got you. Of course, my expertise lies in blanket forts and other methods of ignoring reality, but the former is far more interesting. 

Honestly? I’ve known it since I was twelve, so you could say I’m somewhat experienced with navigating the proverbial minefield of my own existentialism. I approach it in ways that you probably don’t want to know, so I’ll just go ahead and keep to myself rather than spiraling into morbidity and the inevitable void. You should build me a blanket fort next.

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It's all a part of growing up, I suppose. It does suck sometimes realizing how insignificant of a role you play in the actual grand scheme of things, but I think it's not too bad. It means that all the big things we worry about are just as, if not less, important than we are. That's just how I approach it. Or, you know, sometimes I build blanket forts.

My day is literally not complete without having at least one or two existential meltdowns — trust me, I know the feeling. Can’t say I’ve built a blanket fort as a result of it in a very long time, though. 

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My mouth is salivating at the idea. Oh, god, wait, that's a totally attractive image. Nice one, Ez. So sorry. About that ice cream though! I absolutely cannot wait a second longer. Care to show me the way, Lincoln?

That’s slightly disturbing yet completely understandable. You need to eat is ASAP because I’m not sure how long you’ll last without it. I can show you where to get the good stuff. You’re obviously clueless since you haven’t found the amazingness that is red velvet ice cream. 

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I'm sorry, I can't even see you talking. You're literally a scoop of red velvet ice cream with words coming out. This is life altering. I literally need it delivered to my face as soon as possible. But I've awful luck at finding my way around, even after living here so long. Do you think I'd have better luck in asking you to come along? I'm sure you know the best places for ice cream.

You need to try it! It’s so good. Sometimes there’s like pieces of red velvet cake in it and I just love it. It’s my favorite ice cream flavor. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of it!

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I don't know either! I totally goofed. Wait--red velvet is an ice cream flavour? I thought it was just for cupcakes, oh my god. Congratulations, you've blown my mind for the rest of my life, nothing will ever live up to this moment of discovery.

I really don’t know how you could have forgotten honestly. It’s the most important part. Personally my favorite is red velvet, but plain vanilla is good too and so is cookie dough.

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Very true! How could I have possibly forgotten? I guess the only rational thing to do now is head to the store and pick up a few pints. Any recommendations?

The best way to handle it is build a blanket fort and eat ice cream. You forgot the ice cream.