how nice of you to drop by.
you never really leave a mess when you're here.
in fact you never really do much of anything.
which is just so god-damned appealing.
and i hate you for that.
how dare you come and destroy my creativity.
my presence.
my peace.
my individuality.
but that is what you do best, isn't it?
and how i loathe you for it.
bastard.
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