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“THEN WHY DO THEY MAKE THEM? Why make a button that accessible and enticing if you are not supposed to touch it, huh? That should be common sense.”

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Vortex

Vortex is a work of fiction that delves into the complexities of human nature and the unpredictable forces that shape our lives. The story weaves through a tapestry of characters and events, highlighting the intricate dance between order and chaos. more

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