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regarding our recent joint engagement in rocket league, let the record reflect that while you demonstrated commendable strength on the field, i too upheld a standard of play not without merit. certain tactical misalignments, specifically those in which i may have inadvertently disrupted your more ambitious maneuvers, were, of course, unforeseeable and fall well within the margin of competitive error.
should any third parties become aware of these isolated incidents through your disclosure, however, you may find yourself navigating a rather complex legal landscape. i trust this matter requires no further discussion.
kindest regards
he stumbled to the mirror. staring back wasn’t a squirrel at all. it was shazzy.
memories clicked into place like a perfect aerial pass... sprightly had never been real. just a dream. a fast, frantic, nut-chasing fever dream.
shazzy smiled.
"guess it’s time to queue up."