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“Perhaps,” Nia whispers as nonpareils roll every which way — including loose, “if we stop breathing?”
“Never stop breeeeee-thing!” Tal’s tongue sticks out one side of her mouth as she tries to coax cookie sprinkles into their outline.
“Aren’t we going to talk about…” Cal wonders how today’s love letter jumped tracks.
“Dr. Whats-a-ma-hoooo-zit!” Thalia’s ears almost touch her shoulders as she rolls her neck. “Sweeeeet freedom! A special delivery from the algorithm! When used a-prooo—priet-leee,”
Nia dumps a placemat full of jimmies into the trash. “The internet is an amazing tool.”
You don’t have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body.
~ C.S. Lewis