Look, I don’t care if you fucked your brother, or if you held yourself hostage with a tampon…it’s called abuse and it’s ugly. It makes you ugly. It makes everything you do ugly. It makes people see you as ugly. It makes God use baby wipes when he holds you in his arms because you are ugly. And everything that I judge you on is based upon whether or not that spell is broken…because I no longer want to be ugly.
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