this entry is dedicated to all the cells i killed last night. god bless you, weaklings. my thoughts are with you (literally) and i hope you're in heaven now
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was perhaps the romantic arrow a bearded goose reading ominously from a limestone tablet a categorization of your indiscretions while tap dancing to old sea songs? Sounds quite possible to me. I win.
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