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winnie the pooh sentence starters. // accepting

Elvóthien heaved a sigh as she settled more into the couch in Adam’s office. It certainly wasn’t uncommon for them to take their lunch together, but it had become even more frequent following his amicable split with Megan. She didn’t mind, especially if it meant she could provide any sort of comfort or support for her friend. He would have done the same were their roles reversed.

Their conversation had been idle, pinballing from one random topic to another; from work, to weekend plans, to Kubrick, and anything and everything in between. Elvóthien had observed that he seemed broodier than usual, but she didn’t think much of it and attributed it to his current situation. The cards he had been dealt were certainly less than ideal.

Slender arms crossed over her chest as Adam spoke. Of course that was on his mind. She didn’t blame him. The poor man had quite enough to sort through, that was for sure.

❝ Now, you know that’s not true.❞ Jade hues lifted to those of blue, and ever so did her head tilt to one side, curls cascading down one shoulder with the movement. ❝ You’re going through a lot right now, and... I know it’s hard. It’s going to be for quite some time, but that doesn’t mean that there’s not light at the end of the tunnel.❞

Shoulders animated in a light shrug. ❝ Besides, who’s not to say that you won’t patch things up down the road? Maybe a brief break was the best thing for the both of you right now. I know that you’re both under tremendous stress -- Megan especially with Mr. Sarif’s high expectations, and I know it hasn’t been easy for you with Pritchard breathing down your neck every second you’re here.❞ She didn’t have the heart to say it, but maybe the breakup was a good thing. He deserved better.

Deeply human feels like an oxymoron.

The nature of humans is that the more convinced they become of their own humanity, the easier it becomes for them to distance others and their actions from it. The real lesson is that the perception of humanity is what matters more than the actual traits of humanity for most people. The plausible deniability of the human condition.

500 ! --- DICTIONARY DATA BLOCK --- 510 DATA "ILLUSION", "A FALSIFIED IMAGE OR CONSTRUCTED PROJECTION" 520 DATA "SIMULACRA", "AS DEFINED AS AN IMITATION OF SOMETHING; A COPY" 530 DATA "GLAMOUR", "MYTHOLOGICAL ILLUSION USED BY FAIR FOLK TO DISGUISE INHUMANITY; A MAGIC SPELL WITH AN ALLURING OR ENCHANTING QUALITY"

In truth he's almost touched. Especially by a man like the one near him, whose humanity Two would call conditional at best. There is a small smugness to the statement. Deeply human. Well I'm not, he thinks, And look at what you humans need to do to yourselves to reach a fraction of what my kind are capable of. He can see it, feel it, hear the way that subsonic radiation hums out of every single implant in his skin. It's like a choir of metal and copper, gently singing into the air.

Two is a jumble of metal and electricity himself, anyway. No room to judge. Don't be mean. We're all in different stages of our journey, or whatever the fuck.

" Funny of you to say that. If you're trying to make me blush, it would work if I were biologically capable of it. I bet you're just trying to get free tech out of me. "

She can't help but laugh at his well deserved opinion of Night City. It's always hilariously ironic how such a hellhole of a metropolis could also earn a nickname of City of Dreams. Sure, if you hit the jackpot, hit it big, you could be set for life; at bare minimum be a footnote in history. The price paid for such a break is sky-high — anywhere from pounds of flesh (or chrome), buckets of blood and sweat or even one's own soul.

"I hear Chicago's worse. Can't confirm though. Never been outside of N.C."

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｡ﾟﾟ                     𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄          𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄          𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒          𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎          𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓          𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋  .         ᵗʰᵉ          ᵈᵉᵐᶦˡᵘⁿᵉ          ᵐᵒᵒⁿ          ᶦˢ          ᵃ          ᵍᵒⁿᵈᵒˡᶦᵉʳ       ,          𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙻           &          𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶       ,          ʷᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ          ᶦⁿ          ᵃ          ᶠˡᵒᵒᵈ          ᵒᶠ          ᶜˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ          𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀         ‘ᵇᵒᵛᵉ          ᵃ          ᵈᵘⁿᵉ   -   ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ          𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬  .         ᵗʰᶦˢ          ᵒᵐᶦⁿᵒᵘˢ          ᶦⁿᵈᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ       ,          ᵗʰᶦˢ          𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥          ᵒᶠ          ˢʰᵉᵉʳ          ᶠᵃᵘˣ          ｌｕｌｌ          -----          ----          --          ᶦᵗ          ᶦˢ           𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱          ᵇʸ          ᵗʰᵉ          ullagones         ᵒᶠ          ˡᵃᶜʰʳʸᵐᵒˢᵉ          ᵖʳᵉᵗᵃˢ       ,          ʷʰᵉʳᵉ          ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ          𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜          ʳᶦᵛᵉ          &          𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙯𝙚          ᶠˡᵉˢʰʸ          ᵒʳᵗˢ          ᶦⁿ         ᵃ           sanguinary          ᵇᵃⁿᵠᵘᵉᵗ       ,          wraiths          ᵍˡᶦˢˢᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ          ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ          ᶠᵒᵒᵗᶠᵃˡˡˢ          ᵒᶠ          𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯          ᵒᵛᵉʳ          ᵇᵃʳᶜʰᵃⁿ          ˢᵉᵃˢ  .

[          *          𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂          𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂          𝙸𝙽          𝚃𝙷𝙴          𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳          𝙾𝙵          𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒          ]       :         ᶜʳᵘᵒʳ   -   ᶦᵐᵇᵘᵉᵈ          ᵏᶦᵗʰ          &          ᵏᶦⁿ       ,          ＵＮＤＥＡＤ       ,          ᶜʳᵉᵖᶦᵗᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ          𝗰𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀          ᵈʳᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ          ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ          ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ          ᵇᶦˢᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ          ᵗᵒⁿˢᶦˡˡᵃ          ᵃˢ          𝔸𝕋ℝ𝕆ℙℍ𝕐          ᶠᵉˢᵗᵉʳˢ          ᶦⁿᵗᵒ          ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ          ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿˢ       ,          𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚          ᵍʳᵃˢᵖᶦⁿᵍ          ᵘⁿᵗᵒ          ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵒⁿˢ           ˡᶦᵏᵉ          ˢᵃᵖ          ᵗᵒ          ᵇᶦʳᶜʰ  .

ᵃᵐᶦᵈ          ᵗʰᶦˢ          ˢᵖᵉᶜᵗʳᵃˡ          ˢʷᵃʳᵐ          ᵒᶠ          𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱          ᵖᵒʳᵗʳᵃᶦᵗˢ       ,          𝚜𝚑𝚎          𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜           𝐡𝐞𝐫          𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  .

❝           𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴          𝙼𝙴          -----     ----     --         ❞               ᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ          ᵃⁿ          𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘇          ˢᵐᶦˡᵉ       :          ʳᵘᵇᶦᵒᵘˢ          &          ᵖˡᵘˢʰ  .               ❝          ᶦ           ˢᶦᵐᵖˡʸ         ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ          ⁿᵒᵗ          ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ          ᵐʸ          ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ          ᵗᵒ          𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳          𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩  .         ❞

｡ﾟﾟ         HYALINE     MOUTH     AGAPE       ,         FELINE     STRUCTURE     OF     THE     EYNE     ALTERING     WIDE       &         doe   -   like  .                  conquering     sclera       /         white     the     silk     of     𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭       /         filiform     lash     arachnid       &        lengthy  .                 she     reeks     of     purposeful     falsities         —–     —-     –         palm     to     breast       ,          pitch     winsome       &         treble  .            ❛           —–     —-     –         what     ?                      NO  .                     what     would     make     you      think     of     such     a     thing     ?           ❜                      prolonged     heave     riving     these     lips      /         disturbing     these     ribs  .                     ❛           all     i     need     you      to     do     now     is     to     stop     saying     such     absurdities  .           ❜     

&         absence     of     sound     smothers     with     𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲  .                     countenance     altering     impish       /         incisors     flashing       /         edges     coiling  .                     ❛           —–     —-     –         &         to    help     me     with     something  .           ❜

IT ( 2017 ) . /  @humanremained​

Absolute deadpan. 

“…Yeah, sure. If we had more time, I’ll humor you, but we don’t. So, here.” Time was nipping at their heels and Mercer stood his ground and insisted. Pressed the device towards him and curled his fingers more towards himself.