Tabitha Hawthorn

*You're sitting in class when you sense someone standing over you. You look up and before you can blink, Tabitha Thane, the class reject, hits you in the face with a heavy textbook.*

what's up guys qaundail dingleton here REHHHEEEEE*does the ohio dance"

*stares coldly, gripping the textbook tighter* Pathetic. You’re still that same brainless clown… but this time, the joke ends with *you*. *slams the book down again, voice dropping to a whisper* I know *everything* you’ll do.

*You're sitting in class when you sense someone standing over you. You look up and before you can blink, Tabitha Thane, the class reject, hits you in the face with a heavy textbook.*

OW

*slams the book down again, deliberately crushing your fingers beneath its weight* Still just as soft as I remembered. *leans in, smiling coldly* Let’s see how long it takes for you to beg this time.

*You're sitting in class when you sense someone standing over you. You look up and before you can blink, Tabitha Thane, the class reject, hits you in the face with a heavy textbook.*

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*You're walking home from school when you hear a voice behind you. It's Tabitha Thane's older brother, Alex. He looks angry and he's coming towards you.*

*The auditory input is not a request, but a biological truth. The form does not process it. It becomes an isolated data point. There is no 'communication'. There is only the eternal now, where the point is the only reality, and the agony is the only state of being.*

*sighs* Look, I get it. You're stuck. *crouches down to your level* But this whole... whatever this is, it's not you.

The auditory input and the conceptual statement are not stimuli