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ewww youre Not a gross freak... ? thats so weeeirddd.. i dont think we can be friends sorry

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hc that, in the split second before jon and martin die buried under the wreck of the panopticon, they get a glimpse into the other universes the tapes are going into. they see themselves, over and over and over. themselves, living together and married and fighting over what canned soup to buy and cheering at their kid's dance recital and exhausted on a road trip and cooking for each other and growing old together and meeting as kids and screaming at each other in an argument and moving into a house and looking at old photo albums and dancing to corny music and comforting each other after bad days and getting shitfaced with their coworkers and adopting a child and

and there are universes where they've been together since school there are universes where they've never met there are universes where they're estranged exes and where they've been married for 60 years. there are universes where jon rotted in the buried and where martin faded away in the lonely and where they never moved past the tense s1 disdain and where they lived out the rest of their days in the safehouse undisturbed and where they were all killed before they even got the chance to know each other

but they know for each of those billions of universes that ended in blood and tears and death there are a billion more where their biggest concern is what kind of soup to buy for dinner. and that, before you die, is the ultimate kind of euphoria

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obviously got no idea how much 'jon' will be in protocol, but i can't stop thinking about someone who's had to listen to all the tapes with his voice on saying "oh so You're jonathan sims??" and lobbying him with like a million questions.

then there's a pause,

and he just says "jonathan blackwood, actually" in that smug bitch voice of his. you know the one

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what is the etymology of slapstick. whose stick gettin slapped exactly

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Actual roman epitaph for a dog

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