Bizarrely, it was as if the website ceased to exist, the entirety of it. The very minutes spent reading the article suddenly felt like the imagination of a desperate conspiracy theorist. This type of scenario could cause anyone to doubt and internally gaslight themselves to cope with absurdity.
Trying again, now through a private browser search, she tried search identifiers of the blog, but nothing. Growing increasingly miffed, she tried a string of numbers, originally belonged to an IP address.
The address was a discovery of Perri, used to access an old website. Like, the concept of a “way back machine,” it was a system built from G-city to record and archive any, or all existing, website every one minute of its existence. Clicking her tongue at only thinking of it now, she hoped that this spur of thought could help or give hope to their current.
The thought brought Bernice back to the time Perri used it for her school paper. A school paper she did
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