Just... God. Love and hate and saintly motorcyclists, the sound of rain on the windows, "Howl" echoing in my ears and 70,000 deaths on the page. See, it's right there, such a clear and precise and fucking sterile representation of
1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1
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