You walk into a room you've never seen before. You notice:
You're on a long flight at night. You look out the window. You think:
A psychic stops you on the street and offers to tell you one true thing about yourself, but you choose the category. You choose:
There's a version of you that exists only when no one is watching. That version is:
You're given an empty notebook. A month later it contains:
The kind of attention you most want from a friend:
You're alone in a strange city with one free afternoon. You:
Pick a room you'd want to spend the day in:
When something surprising happens, it's probably because:
There is a bar where all the versions of you that almost happened like to hang out. What’s it smell like?
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