Stop sending them, because I don't care, no one else cares, and you're just wasting everyone's time.
No one is going to come rape you or kill your mum in the middle of the night.
The one you love isn't suddenly going to forget about you.
You won't have 23491748732 years of bad luck.
So STOP sending them.
Seriously.
Are you 13? No, I don't think so.
STOP.
Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous (who is at 1108 words)
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