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Instant #36 - Off Color

He wants to be self-sufficient; he wants to know himself. To at least be able to know himself. Alone and without help. • I didn't follow the thread of consequence to any meaningful destination.

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Instant #35 - Prospects

Lark thinks he might be able to speak his story into being under Oli’s analytical gaze. Like he might be able to give enough information, could watch Oli’s eyes flicker back and forth across the facts until he understands the equation of the past. Knows it so well he could explain it back. • In the morning, I practiced on the shonky upright in their living room. In that house, there was no tension in my spine. My hands were supple, the movement painless. I leaned into the mistuned chords.

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Instant #34 - Rupture

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗢𝗹𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀. • 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩—𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

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Instant #33 - Tender, Raw

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲? 𝗢𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁? • 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.

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Instant #32 - Repetitive Stress

𝗜𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗥𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘃 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼. • 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣.

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Instant #31 - Grunge

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘆𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗰 𝗿𝗵𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆. • 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭.

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Instant #30 - New Work

𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆, 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺. • 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

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Instant #29 - Flak

𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄. 𝗔𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲. • 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.

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Instant #28 - Magick Circle

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗸. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺; 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲. • 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘢. 𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘵.

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Instant #27 - Offer

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀’ 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹. • 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

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Instant #26 - Exit Strategy

𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘀 𝘂𝗽𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗢𝗹𝗶’𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. • 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴.

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Instant #25 - Accompaniment

𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲. • 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥.

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Instant #24 - Change Disc

𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. • 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺?.

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Instant #23 - Low Tolerance

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲’𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 • 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

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Instant #22 - Scholarship Student

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱. • 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

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Instant #21 - Dependency Status

𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. • 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.

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Instant #20 - Singer Songwriter

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗢𝗹𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗸'𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. • 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴.

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