DO NOT READ THIS. 

Seriously, close this tab, walk away, touch grass. You have been warned. It will only waste your time, possibly your evening, maybe your week.

Reading further may cause sudden attachment to people you were not supposed to care about, a private laugh you disguise as a cough, an odd urge to make small questionable choices, one more page that somehow becomes ten, and a brief wobble about meaning that quiets when a wholesome moment appears.

This is not a blurb, it is a safety announcement. Proceeding confirms that you accept full responsibility for any and all emotional spillage. Refunds are not available, time is non-refundable, memories may persist. Batteries are not included, plot armor is sold separately, results may vary.

By continuing you agree that you knew better and did it anyway, you will not sue the author for stolen sleep, and you allow your heart to be mildly inconvenienced and pleasantly punched.

Final reminder, turn back now. There is nothing here, only words stacked recklessly until they become feelings. If you keep going, do not ask why you cared. Just admit it was kind of nice.

You were warned.
A Wasted Hour.

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