I had number 88.

The number 88 has special significance for me because I notice it a lot.
I’d list all the 88s from my life but that’d kill the mystery so instead I’ll keep left swiping the other stupid ideas in my head until I find one that’s so shallow that it’s a mirror. That’s the one I’ll indulge. Swipe right. Pace pace, lead lead.
Sometimes I wake up at 5am for no reason. That didn’t happen today and I was wondering all day what the reason for that was. Now I know. There’s the 88. Staring back at me like my destiny. Swipe right.
The food was OK.
88 is a pretty scary number in specific german post WW II “communities”…
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Oh dear. I didn’t know. Numbers are scary.
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