Run, my friend. They don't understand you like I do. They'll want to quarantine you. Then, as long as you're there and they're there, their thoughts will turn to "studying" you.
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It's a blog, people. It's about what I want it to be about. Warning: Spelling mistakes and grammatical errors WILL happen. Adult language will likely be used, though I will try to keep it PG-13. Enjoy.
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I appreciate your concern, sir. However, I can't run. I can merely shamble of stumble in a general direction toward my prey.
Well, I tried at least.
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