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I choose my words carefully.
Children cry easier these days. Heave yet another casualty out the door.
Caring makes for sore arms, maybe a lack of merit, a title I rarely employ, but it's gentlemen and scholars that make this world turn just like clockwork.
Whilst the damage is done, and I can barely breathe. Call me an assassin, because I say kill the killers.
