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I love children.
I love them because they are easy to capture and sacrifice. I love them because they are naive. I love them because they are good for a ransom. I love them because they lack preconception and are easily molded or perverted. I love them because one may learn many things from them-- for instance, the limits of one's infinite patience.
Most of all I love them because if you wait around long e-fucking-nough, they turn into adults, and then they can be considered actual people as opposed to an affliction best defined as a perpetually dirty, sticky noise.
I love them because they are easy to capture and sacrifice. I love them because they are naive. I love them because they are good for a ransom. I love them because they lack preconception and are easily molded or perverted. I love them because one may learn many things from them-- for instance, the limits of one's infinite patience.
Most of all I love them because if you wait around long e-fucking-nough, they turn into adults, and then they can be considered actual people as opposed to an affliction best defined as a perpetually dirty, sticky noise.