He wants the precious. Always he is looking for it. And the precious is wanting to go back to him… But we mustn’t let him have it. So bright… so beautiful… our precious.

Why can’t I have a cousin like Elis? I don’t mind her being a jealous, occasionally violent, stalking furry. She can rape me every night if she so wishes, I promise I won’t cockblock myself by dodging her move.

What would Jesus do? He wouldn’t hesitate, that’s for sure.

It’s like looking in a mirror.
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