Staring at an endless void of blue lights, a small icon pops up; a boy, in black and white, peering out with a sour expression. It's her. She seems to be in a good mood today. We share some interests and gradually exist on this blue void of memes. It's... pleasant. I worry sometimes. There are personal posts that are negative. Would she welcome an attempt at cheering her up? My fingers pause as I type up a response. Backspace. The words vanish. I return to my dash and just hope for the best. (1)
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