"He escaped the containment canister, they threw it in just in time. as the living rubber leaked out it turned orange and black, they didn't know why, but I did. As soon as I saw that shade. In moments it started taking a form of it's own, to the staff as if it had seen this shape, but to me it was right out of my latent desires. How did he read into me? It was just a page from a fraction of a second online yet it was structuring itself together.
It has been a few days, I always go by the containment unit and He always, even behind the frosted glass, makes eye contact."

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