Felt cool.
“I got into the building in the craziest way!”
“Oh, from the roof?”
Felt uncool.
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Sometimes, life feels like being inside of an egg that’s nested in bigger eggs.
Never-ending Matryoshka eggs.
As I cleaned up my computer, I found a mysterious text file called “idea0” and I opened it.
I am afraid to open idea1.