Listen to it now please— I got a subway sandwich in the rain earlier and it wasn't torrential until I got to the toppings and sauces. Getting a nice sandwich reminds me of when I was small, and sometimes I used to feel smaller than the sandwich. I was smaller than a lot of the puddles I trudged through this evening. I was several blocks from home. My sock slipped from my ankle to the arch of my foot, and my glasses were woefully decorated with raindrops. Wind and family units passed me on the street. But I was excited to be inside. Today I was at ease knowing my friends saw each other and enjoyed and were home safe. That my parents and sisters got to rest more before their weeks started back up. It was nice to see the little replicants and robots in Blade Runner imitate gestures and phrases of love to the point where they're just plain expressing love and creating something to miss and generating reasons to detest such dangerous, forced labor, and ultimately valuing their own lives. It made me want to see my family, it made me want to bear optimism again, it made me [set an alarm to check in to board fast in order to be back as fast as I could]
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