In the solitude of the janky time machine, I realized I'd taken the simple act of burping for granted. Inside this unique space, I'm free to be my unfiltered self. I can belt out guilty pleasure tunes, argue with myself in cat voices, and embrace every little bodily quirk without a second thought.
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