This is a sort of allegory using Jeremiah as my subject, but knowing you folks, I'm certain you'll have no trouble figuring out the plot.

'Before you were born, I had a plan for you. I have work that only you are capable of completing.'

'Who's speaking and who are You talking to?'

'Look around you. Is there anyone else in the room?'

I know that I have been pretty stressed lately, overworked, underpaid and expecting to be replaced by AI any day now, but hearing voices is a bit too much.

However, most everybody I know around here is a bit on the edge, and they take care of the pressure by sipping from their pocket flask, snorting a tad of mushroom dust or just staying at home convinced that they have caught a case of the latest plague going around. My good friend — who has been seeing h

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