Olivia dear, I love you much more than is healthy.
"Alarm. Motherfucking instrument of Satan."
I am not entirely certain that I can hold in the pee that is threatening to flow forth from my private square like the water of god's wrath being unleashed as if the dam broke. Or something of that nature. "You're so wrapped up in layers, Onion Boy, you're afraid of your own feelings!"
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