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During these tumultuous times of lapsing memory and the risk of forgetting your most formative moments, it is more important now then ever to cling onto those small moments, those rituals, that have ran on perpetually in the background.
―Cow, cow cow cow cow, COW! Ell repeats, smacking a large scale plastic cow next to them on the head.
For Ell the idea of forgetting everything isn’t a new or even interesting phenomena, faer is a creature which runs entirely on vibes. Fae finds their routine hasn’t been disrupted too much by not remembering it, or has it? Fae doesn’t know, fae can’t remember! Ell just knows when Butters and Chloe went their own ways, Faer brain sent the signal for a milkshake and a chilli sauce sammich and faer tootsies lead faer here! On an intersection on Broad St, taking in the world Ell now finds faeself in. A chilli chicken sammich tho, yyuummmm. YUM!? Hang ooonnnn Ell doesn’t remember thinking such a thing yum! There’s all kind of nasty things in there! Bits. Parts. That you can feel. With, your, ttoouunnggeeee. Gross! Except yum yum yum cos faer is eating it right now and it’s a right treat. Hmmm, that’s something else new! Ell tries to throw faer mind back to a previous point which could explain this bizarre phenomena: Enjoying when the food has bits.

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