Which is much more enjoyable.
Find myself kinda unsuitable to work under hypertension.
Anyway, started enjoying poking people.
Love kids but not their cries.
Talked to someone on the way back.
Our first direct conversation?
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Weird feeling storms my mind.
I know it's happening.
Won't let it go nasty this time.
God, do something.
I plead guilty.
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