Say yes
Apollo nods, strangely, rhythmically... Eventually, they speak, their words measured, stronger, as if coming from an organic throat...
Sometimes I think about my past... my future. Sometimes – kzzkzt –
I do– kzzkkt – what everyone in the universe does, I know. But I can't help but want to be happy. Money, doing what you're told, day after day – That's the answer, isn't it?
Apollo nods, strangely, rhythmically... Eventually, they speak, their words measured, stronger, as if coming from an organic throat...
Apollo appears upset, shaking their head... Eventually, they speak, their words measured, stronger, as if coming from an organic throat...
Apollo stares at me, as if seeing my face for the first time. Eventually they speak, their words passionate, higher...
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