i got a few books today.
and you thought your aunt's romance novel collection was trashy.
the trouble with being a barbarian battle-beast,
is the fewer and fewer and further between folks you find yourself able to relate to.
eleven, ya'll.
its a hard style for those mofos with only a 10 as their max dial measurement to deal with.
it doesn't matter, though.
truth tellers can never stop.
even on the rainiest, darkest, doo-doo butteriest days-
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft....
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