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Welcome to Hell Mother and son, the place where demons fly through fire and brimstone dark black blue ash covered in sute to get to you. Welcome young one.
Sometimes I think about how many roads I must cross until I get hit by a car. It makes me think about love. How many broken hearts and broken promises do I have to bear until I find “the one”
Arithmetic. Scientific notation. MLA format. Teach me about compassion.