Imagine you are in a dimly lit library. A door behind you slides open. Behind it is a single gelatinous person bulging through an office chair, hunched over a pile of old books and a laptop. His skin is almost translucent. His hair is dirty and filled with bits of fried chicken. Tomorrow, all of this description will be deemed offensive to translucent-s…
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