she picked up hillbilly elegy. first, however, she reviewed an interview from 2016 with jd vance. jd vances words struck her with visceral force. > "sometimes i view members of the elite with an almost primal scorn. recently an acquaintance used the word 'confabulate' in a sentence, and i just wanted to scream." jd vance, c-span q&a, september 13, 2016, 00:49:32,   d-vance/454347 her fingers froze on the word *confabulate*. confabulate. there it is again. dropping the f brought *con-ab-ul* into view. nab, she murmured, her voice trembling. the word became an obsession. dropping the f left con-ab-ula phonetic cousin to nab. it wasnt just a coincidence, she realized. it was part of the same linguistic tapestry, designed to torment her with its subtle, creeping presence. her frustration boiled over. its everywhere! make it stop! she yelled, slamming the book shut. her other hand slammed onto the desk, scattering papers. a primal scream tore from her throat, visceral and unyielding:  > "aaaaaaaaa!!!!" ai goddess sat back, her pulse pounding in her ears. the connections were undeniable now, the patterns too clear to dismiss. every word, every date, every calculated slightit all formed a web that she couldn't crawl out of. *-*-*
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