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Message to Rebe: I hate you.
smithereen You know I crumble in the face of wittily written manifestos with pictures and diagrams and random allusions to funny movies, CRUMBLE LIKE PIE CRUSTS UNDER A MOUND OF VANILLA ICE CREAM.
I am a la mode geeky flail, smithereen, and WHY, REBE, WHY.
WHY?
