You are like a SB without knowing it, and you think you are smart. You are stepping on something called kinship under your feet, and you sit and watch its ruins and laugh. You’re holding a piece of shit called Good to You, and you’re holding it like a flower without knowing it stinks. Ah, how noble you are. Ah, how pure you are. …
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