I’m not ready.

You’re not ready.

He’s not ready.

She’s not ready.

We/they/them’re not ready.

Your mama ain’t ready.

My mama ain’t ready.

And my soul sure as hell ain’t ready.

It’s seriously only two days away. TWO DAYS.

Do you understand how magical, fantastical, verbosical it is?!

My body ain’t ready, nor my mind nor (lack of a) soul.

So many questions.

So many potential answers.

But it’s the last one…

Please don’t do this to me, Bryke.

Please.

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