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Okay, I need someone to get hurt to see if my senior project works.

[...] I'm kidding, don't freak out.

BUT if anyone has anything going on like headaches or a weird knee pain that they have that's chronic maybe, or someone sprained a toe, I need you.

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I'm thinking on campus so you don't get kicked out but...

The grotto? Procure some kind of illicit substances (alcohol? weed?) and just fucking not think for a while.

Let's do it.

Yessssss.

I've never worked this hard here ever and it is STUPID. Start on your senior project like... yesterday, man. It'll be way easier.

I have a whole garden to bullshit a project out of. Then I'll pigeonhole myself before I even graduate highschool, and wake up twenty years from how in a career that provides me everything but the deep fulfillment and satisfaction of true passion. Don't worry about me.

Anyway, my brother sent me a bunch of stuff for my birthday. We're set.

And for what it's worth, your stuff sounds cool.

But you like gardening. Besides work is only like, a small part of what makes your life fulfilling or not. And I do. Worry about you. Sometimes.

Your brother is my new best friend.

It just detects ailments. It'll be good for those who think "nah, not serious" when it is. I'm hoping it can detect early signs of more serious illnesses but I can't really test that here. I was also hoping it could self-heal small things but I'm not sure there's time to add that now. The foundation is there, but...

Oh god, stop me. I'm actually talking about it fondly.

Yeah, but you gotta work in order to do basically anything else. Unless you're trust fund old money legacy rich.

Anyway, don't worry about me. I figure shit out as I go.

The only thing he's good for is trying to bribe my friendship with illicit substances. And he sent me a cool book for my birthday.

See? Rad. Do you want to like [...] go into healing or whatever?

You don't have to pay for your friendships and stuff, though. And people > things. I mean except for me. I hate people.

That's what I do and I'm a whole year older and wiser and a whole lot sadder and more pathetic. Don't do what I do.

What book?

Healing wasn't MY plan but like... This project was fun? Fuck I don't know.

I feel like you can, though, if you want. People love people with money.

Psh. I want to embrace the void.

It's a replica of this super old hermetical text from Egypt.
I'd be lying if I said it wasn't extremely fucking cool.

Maybe you could do consulting or something. Like. Learn about medicine, but then just make smart gear for other people to do the actual job and work with the actual people.

But that's not usually the driving force behind friendships and those people are dickwads anyway.

You do you, man.

Bring it to the Grotto? Or show me some other time?

Consulting sounds way fucking better. I have no bedside manners.

True. But dickwards are everywhere. Sometimes you don't know you're friends with one until it's too late.

Inevitably.

Yeah. It's cool -- I can't fucking read it, obviously, but every person I show it to is like [...] Drawn to something different about it, or [...] has a new interpretation. It's actually kind of [...] fun?

Right? You'd get all the interesting stuff without the bullshit and mincing words and being sympathetic.

Are you trying to tell me you're a dickwad, Wilde? Because I already knew that.

Now I definitely want to see it. Shh don't tell anyone I'm a nerd.

Ugh I HATE being sympathetic when I don't actually give a shit. You're a genius, Wilde.

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