Aw Hell! If you were on fire I would not come I would not walk jump skip or run to you. I would just let you burn and warm yourself inside. With us on the outs still fine. Selfie! If you were drowning I would go back in time and **** the man who invented rope so there'd be none for you. That's what I'd do. So please please do not contact me. Consider me beyond the grave and there's no psychics. Actually consider me never to have existed at all. Not in your memories not even in a blade of grass that's been stepped on.
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