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For anyone wondering about whether their computer that doesn't meet these specs can play this game, the answer is maybe, but will it run well? 🤷🏿‍♀️ likely not also this is your reminder that ram upgrades are the cheapest and easiest diy upgrade you can do, so don't hesistate

"Why should I be mad that the leopards are eating other people's faces? They've never eaten MY face." That's you. That's what you sound like

soo.... If I were to start queueing here again, what would you prefer? Pick up from where we left off, or summarize what was missed then pick up with regular queues👀

Occasionally I think about coming back here and then I look at all the comments sections under a tweet and I'm like "ugh...yeah, this is why I left 😒" Anyway...hi, to anyone I used to chat with here who never left, I miss you 🥲

Come join me in the good place! Also this twitter accout won't be deactivated but I will stop tweeting from it hard stop 11/15, so keep that in mind and share with your friends who might want to keep reading the Fletcher Legacy where I am now 💓

So, I'm leaving twitter.... The truth of the matter is I've been planning on leaving for a while, Nov 15th specifically due to the changes in AI training policies that will take place then, but I decided to just make it now given everything. When I first got here, it was

This and then Project 2025... It's time to pack it up and plan an escape to literally any other first world country because there's no coming back from this. We're cooked...

I hoped to wake up and be relieved and now I just feel sick I honestly hate it here so much....

Hope everyone went out and did their civic duty, and if you haven't, there's still time. Get out and vote!

No queue today, as I'll be chronically offline today trying to avoid working up my election day anxeity 😅 If you're an American friend, this is your friendly reminder to exercise your right to vote. Take your ballot seriously friends, especially for your local candidates!

Matthew put on a strong front, but she knew her son better than anyone. He deserved more than what that coniving, calculating family was liable to put him through. She'd simply have to nip this in the bud before things reached a point of no return.

But after that what she just witnessed.... Matthew couldn't have developed feelings for her, could he? They had been spending all that time together developing those Del Sol properties, but— No. Diana wouldn't hear of it. Those Alto's were not to be trusted.

This wasn't about Cordelia. This was about Tillie. And she should just stay away from him, for all their sakes. Diana had the same idea. But for much different reasons. Welcoming Otillie Alto-DeBateau into their fold, it was out of the question.

It was easier to rationalize why people wouldn't like him. He's a Landgraab with the ego that comes with it. He's purposely standoffish, not a great conversationalist, emotionally tumultuous. All of these are reasons why it made sense that Cordel—err—Tillie shouldn't like him.

This fledgling crush was a nuisance to him. Perhaps she did really have feelings for him, but for what reason could her fondness run so deep? He had all but told at this point that he's uninterested, yet she still persists. It was odd. He wasn't used to anyone liking him so much

"We make great partners in business, and even finer dance partners. I'm OK for now if that's all it can be. I hope you'll consider that." And then, Matthew watched her go. Utterly baffled, confused, and annoyed. He may not have wanted to hurt her, but—

At that, Tillie turned from him. "I ought not to keep Minnie waiting. She deserves to be relieved soon of her driving duties for the night." Tillie brushed her lips where they had not long ago brushed the cheek of Matthew Landgraab. "I hope to see you at the ball, Matthew."

"Otillie, you need to stop. I've told you already, I don't have any romantic feelings for you. There's nothing to read into here. If your intent is simply to wear on my nerves, you're doing a fine job. But you've done nothing to move my heart." "Forgive me if I see it otherwise"

"Enjoyed it? Otillie—" "You said my name." Her face lit up. "Have I not said it before?" "You have, but not in its fullness. I've noticed, for those you are fond of, you don't use nicknames. But for me, till just now, you always have. I feel closer to you now."

"It's not that I've fogotten, but you'll have to forgive me for having put that to the back of mind for now especailly after what you've just done." Outside of his own mother, no one had ever gotten close enough to Matthew to plant a kiss on him. "I see. So you enjoyed it?"