Fantastic
Aight. My Amazon guy or gal should know that I know you and, therefore, should just do whatever they need to do.
Hym "Fantastic. You just indicate to my Amazon people that we are acquainted and that should know that I know you by now. But on a different note: Did you (no you specifically by the general you) just ping my brain with a device? Like 20 minutes ago? Three distinct signals all one second apart? Because I was in the middle of a dream. What was the fucking point of that?"
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