Looks like she’s rehearsing for Chicago.
He had it coming… He had it coming…
He ran into my claws. He ran into my claws, 6 times…
Looks like she’s rehearsing for Chicago.
He had it coming… He had it coming…
He ran into my claws. He ran into my claws, 6 times…
I “turned off” gmail entirely instead. I don’t want AI sorting my results, or reading my emails to tell me what to write in reply.