I’m bad at eye contact, not because I’m Asbergian, but because I do get gentle flicks of guilt sometimes. I look into your two little black beads, which could be made of glass and belong to a taxidermied mouse and think “oh shit,” just for a split second. It gets a little trippy from there. For reasons similar to why I don’t eat mammal meat, because I’m…
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