a place for firstthotbestthot (even if it isn't) and the sort of place where both-hand poems are a little uncomfortable and look at the clock wondering they will offend anyone by leaving now.
I represent Colin. He's not here right now; actually he never will be. In an effort to be honest, he has created this horrid little set of fallacies and called it me. I want you to like me or I wouldn't lie to you like this. Enjoy me.
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