All these complaints I hear. Snow and nightmares? Windfalls. Blessings.
Complain about nightmares to the man who never sleeps. He'll tell you what you had worth dreaming about that he's never had. Complain about snow to the man who never eats and you'll never forget again that you've had things to eat.
I feel my crown again. A king. Ascension. From
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Oh, I suppose it couldn't hurt.
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You're honestly asking? How long have we known have you known me?
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Ugh. I'll be there in a bit.
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