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You think you’re so special, don’t you? So goddamned amazing, like you’re going to dazzle me with your adorable little fangs, and curvy bovine horns, and silky-smooth, flowing black hair…?

cancerous reality

You think you’re just so great, don’t you? With that sharp, shining axe? Well, I’m not impressed. Not one bit.

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