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#ooc. #sibling love and mutual respect im here for thank u good nght #rosalind: is #robert: POGS IN THE CHAT!!!!!!

robert doesn’t post a lot or really express that much online or offline as is but Please know at Any time his sister talks, posts a picture, or he sees her he’s internally just slamming his gamer desk and screaming that he Loves His Sister

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imagine being me and looking this good.

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friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down

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I’m going to go throw grapes at Rob.

One may consider it a demonstration in probability vs omniscience, charitably.

But in reality these are quite good, and I’d like to share- but it’ll also be quite funny to see his expression when he is unexpectedly met with a projectile grape.

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For the ones who dream of stranger worlds

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If you seek him you will find him

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So show me. I’ll show you.

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Not quite coin tricks, but I’ve gotten quite good at catching grapes in my mouth. Riesling.

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Omniscience doesn’t outstrip probability. An absent mind fails to consider all potentials at once. Beyond that, I mostly like the pink scrap of fabric. I think it’s a playful touch.

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“…if a human being can, you will understand me…”

– Thomas Bernhard, Amras

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“Our sleep was probably light, but I had never before known sleep so warm, so sweet. A restless sleeper, I had never before been blessed with the sleep of a child.”

– Yasunari Kawabata, from “One Arm,” House of the Sleeping Beauties and Other Stories (Kodansha, 1980)

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“His faith in her can calm her; if he trusts her, she must be trustworthy.”

– Antonya Nelson, from “Listener,” The Expendables: Stories (Scribener, 1999)

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“…and when they were together they petted each other very tenderly.”

– Christina Rossetti, Commonplace

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The observation of our hair being the colour of autumn is perfectly lovely. Are you a poet?

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Booker’s little jokes. How quaint.

For what it’s worth, no. I burnt my finger while washing out glassware in the lab.

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An array of nails hit the metal tray with a clatter because I’d forgotten to pull them from the wax last night and that gave me the fright of my life this morning. I nearly fell out of it in the flailing of sheets and blankets.