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– I want out. but you bury the exit link black on black background text, every path a page mazed with checkboxes, smattered with double double negatives, Are you sure? Are you sure sure? Aren’t you? Are you? You’ll be there when I learn regret, find a way back to interrupt me, remind me I need new wool socks and in the wilderness of options, lost on my knees I’m crawling back for a spring discount, You are findable forever even when I don’t remember why I want you, you stay tied to me with fishing wire bought on clearance late last fall always there even after I forget all about you. UNSUBSCRIBE