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... generously be described as a calendar. More accurately, it resembled the final thoughts of a dying AI that had been fed nothing but energy drinks and motivational posters. Appointments overlapped. Colors clashed. Some entries were just emoji. One block simply read "that thing with the bows!!!" with no date, time, or additional context.
"That’s..." I searched for the diplomatic word.
"A disaster?"
"Creative."
Harlow beamed. "See? You get me!"
She leaned cl ...
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