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Know that I prefer cake. Don't speak until snapped at, by the just napped, but ears up for them. They have crosses to squint. A full body massage would save them, but they have work to do and hate and food to consume. It was once for sustenance, but now it's all as fetishized as sex, not that there's anything wrong with that; clean just feels good, like clean sheets feel good, like skin on skin does.