I know this is as wrong of a place as any (except maybe the couch of a Therapist) to voice this, but I feel like I am in a part of this situation but in reverse:

I always try to openly communicate that my affection does not come from love or is at its core pure. And yet sometimes a poor soul ignores my warning and decides to ignore the signs and gives their love anyways. They all break under it sooner or later. A prisoner of my own Fate I won’t stop either as isolation would break me if I would not consume a lover from time to time.

Only one Pant, read the caption

Implement an APL compiler in Orca and you will achieve your goal!

A fate fitting for being fr*nch /s

Thanks, it is corrected

I have friends of which I could not tell you their legal name at Gunpoint

It means ‘I think too’ and is with the Latin alphabet roughly: Ya tosche tak dumaio

Я тоже так думаю

graveyard

It was the style at the time

Side note: Only works with average size hands, I can fit more than a pound of dry spaghetti between thumb and index

<overly dramatic threat of violence here>

Good luck finding someone to talk to

Lecker Bierchen

Cinnamon

I would argue that Prey is a gem of an immersive sim

Look up some facts about Platypus or even just how Horses got to be how they are now, we still have wild designs roaming around.

Germany still manufactures a lot of Warmachinery

This is kafkaesque

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