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you know those times when you feel like you're in one of those movies where you're the character that has been sort of maybe voluntarily duped into some pickle of a dastardly plan of malintent, and that you have to get through these intricately-detailed plans of action in order to clear your good name or whatever, but the point is that you can't tell anyone that you know about the plan, or gain the trust of anyone you know or love about your problem, because it might do them harm and you can't have anyone you love's blood on your hands because it would be hell to live with that sense of overwhelming guilt, although by the beginning of the third act one of your loved ones is going to die horribly by some unnecessarily over-the-top contraption involving fishingline, a slugnut, a bottlecap, and a toothpick?
i sorta feel like that when i can't explain to anyone what specifically i do here at my job, or why i can't find my way out of this office. all of that is how i feel almost all the time. it's true.
except for the people close to my dying of MacGyver-type contraptions. so, don't be afraid to talk to me.
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