Plus, my flawed DNA is not one to be passed on.
I feel like we’ve made enough noise already.

Nothing is cathartic in itself my dear, we must all shit somewhere other than the dinner table! The climax is heat from the speed of travel; burning bright as light, it’s besides the point. An accident.

Fictions, let’s discuss fictions. People are hard, multidimensional nonsense.

Stick to 2 dimensions, we can all manage that! I’m completely out of my depth when it comes to yours or my DNA!

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