I know what you were thinking

Transmitter wrote this in the wee hours:

you were staring at your screen so intensley, through it, through my screen. Through my screen and in to me. Laser beams coming out of your eyes. BurningĀ  me, but I’m staring intentsley, too. And, I push them back with my own laser beams. Red and blue colliding together inbetween us. I couldn’t do it anymore. I just had to look (up).

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