Now class, the technology ghost is here, please do not make eye contact or acknowledge them in any way, because they are beneath us...
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Standing at the edge of the world, never really there, this is the only way to truly see what is possible. Look... and move on. But each encounter is too fleeting to ever belong, and in time, it becomes lonely on the edge. Want to settle down. Want to belong... and to forget. Enter the world.