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I refuse to believe she is Spanish.
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Where were you when 4chan got hacked?
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Do you love ponnies, internationally speaking?
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A flickering TV hums in the background, its blue glow casting shadows on faded carpet. It's a weekend morning, 8:30 AM sharp. Barney croons from the tube, but your mind drifts—already anticipating that double-feature of Friendship is Magic at 9. The room smells faintly of cereal and summer. A dusty Iron Maiden shirt hugs your frame—too big then, still big now. You sit there, thumbs up, but your eyes say you're somewhere else.
Across time, another version of you grins awkwardly at a fan expo booth, backed by a wall plastered in cartoons. There's Finn and Jake peeking out above your shoulder. Your mustache is new, but the feeling is old—half-proud, half-lost, like someone still playing catch-up with their own voice.
And through it all, that smug cartoon face in a fedora watches from the corner of your mind—ever grinning, too clean, too sure. A phantom mascot of every unironic phase you wore like armor. He knows what you were watching. He knows the schedule. He was the schedule.
All of it folds into one hazy freeze-frame, not quite dream, not quite memory—a mirage of youth you can only visit through pixels and playlists. And maybe that’s enough.
Across time, another version of you grins awkwardly at a fan expo booth, backed by a wall plastered in cartoons. There's Finn and Jake peeking out above your shoulder. Your mustache is new, but the feeling is old—half-proud, half-lost, like someone still playing catch-up with their own voice.
And through it all, that smug cartoon face in a fedora watches from the corner of your mind—ever grinning, too clean, too sure. A phantom mascot of every unironic phase you wore like armor. He knows what you were watching. He knows the schedule. He was the schedule.
All of it folds into one hazy freeze-frame, not quite dream, not quite memory—a mirage of youth you can only visit through pixels and playlists. And maybe that’s enough.
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2019 4chan humor.
