By the way. I feel your envy. I feel your hate. It fills me with joy. Because it means I own you. It means you can’t help yourself. It means I offend some inadequacy in your soul, and you can’t bear it.
Ahhh. That’s the smell of inadequacy and false virtue burning.
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