So it's established. I've been Jaida-cotted. And it breaks my heart. (My hea-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-art.) So I'm just going to sit here with my face plastered to my desk and weep. My soul is an ice cube which rests in a cave, which is at the bottom of an ocean, which is deep underground, which is beneath several layers of rock, which is part of a cold
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