Letter 𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍!

[utterly faustian spirit]

Spoiler: Neatly-folded paper tucked in the brim of a trash can.

Breenist nonsense. You crumple it up and throw it deeper into the garbage, where it soaks up a foul mix of cigarette butts and expired rations.

 

[George]

are you a frog in boiling water?

 

[Khrushchev]

"Thank our Benefactors for salting the soil, praise them for ending the tragedy of children."

peace
mercy
euphoria



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