I have clicked a life reset button here and there, and haven't we all.
One little slip and the marbles get jiggled in the jar.
One book on the shelf in the wrong order.
An emergency of some sort or another and all the dominoes tumble in mad chaos.
The birth of a baby, and nothing is ever, ever the same.
A baby not born.
A death = disorientation = the inability to use or find the reset key. Stuttering demanding digits making futile attempts.
Joy so immense, we want it duplicated and pulled from the file as needed. PRN.
Recalibrating an imbalance.
One book on the shelf in the wrong order.
An emergency of some sort or another and all the dominoes tumble in mad chaos.
The birth of a baby, and nothing is ever, ever the same.
A baby not born.
A death = disorientation = the inability to use or find the reset key. Stuttering demanding digits making futile attempts.
Joy so immense, we want it duplicated and pulled from the file as needed. PRN.
Recalibrating an imbalance.
Holy moments.
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