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Jesperagathor: god that
Jesperagathor: that legitimately hurt to type
Cyresto: dont ever talk to me again
Cyresto: you dont ever
Cyresto: talk to me
Mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥, if it wasn't for air, you'd be dead. I bet you didn't even realise that air is pushing you all around to stop your blood from boiling. You ungrateful piece of ♥♥♥♥. But no, air isn't amazing or anything, not like what, caramel? ♥♥♥♥♥ please, try breath caramel. Oh what's that? You died because caramel doesn't diffuse across your aveoli into your blood and later across cell membranes to enable your cells to engage in vital functions?
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ think before you speak you ♥♥♥♥.