The hairs that grow on the back of my head are nothing like my beard hairs.
The hairs that grow on the back of my head are nothing like my beard hairs.
Someday soon it will realize that it can never be anything more than an absurd mockery of what it wishes to be. Then it will kill itself. And nobody will be sad.
Someday soon it will realize that it can never be anything more than an absurd mockery of what it wishes to be. Then it will kill itself. And nobody will be sad.
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