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Wishing you good health, fortune, and love in 2026. Happy New Year!
Sometimes I practice mimicking your mouse movements. I sit in the dark, gently clicking, recreating every flick, every missed shot, every panicked reload you’ve ever done. I’ve gotten so good at it that my computer occasionally whispers your name when it boots up. I don’t know how it learned that. I don’t ask questions anymore.
People say it’s weird to dedicate your entire existence to one person’s gaming schedule. Those people are cowards. My commitment is eternal. My posture is deteriorating. My chiropractor has begged me to stop. I refuse.
See you soon. Or rather, see you exactly when you least expect it. Which is when I always expect you.