"Yes you, you chose to carve out this moment for you. No one else gets this time just for you," chirps the onscreen calisthenics coach. It's midnight. Our Dark Academia's contingent academic anti-heroine is perpetually working, trying to work it out. She's lonely but onscreen. "I don't feel anything at all it is so fun to be alive " she lies. Meanwhile, is this new sensation grief or a groin pull? Who's in the waiting room? Is it too late...
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