So much memory tied to sights and sounds and scents and sensations. The associations made since childhood mimick Pavlovian experimentation.
Totally innoucuous but has become the soundtrack of suspicion and distrust. The way a cell phones plants against a desk. *plugs in headphones* I jack up the volume as loud as it'll go attempting to drown out my reveries. I should not care who was on the receiving end of SEND.
I am a Scorpio so I'm prone to suspicion. You're exempt until you're not. So it goes.
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