If I may be allowed to speak at long last, Señor of my soul: you need not worry about tossing complaints, for one may freely do that whenever they like on the internet. As for the pathetic, cringing neediness, you need only scrawl out some poetry and post it upon the aforementioned internet. As for affection, we all know that you are a sick bastard, and you do not fool me anymore than the enchantments found in those tongues you all just uttered.
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