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The only man in the world that I look up too. Man has it all in his hand—beautiful wife, three lovely daughter, a huge dick, and a bigger heart. What an idol, nobody will ever compare to our savior, Jericho.

A fellow victim to a parent that yearned too much and prayed too hard for success and succor? I could understand that. And grass is always greener on the other side. Say, would you like to step on my shoes and you let me step on yours? It could be beneficial.

You understand, dear, than running away would not be an appropriate response to any minor inconveniences? Or is that what you like? To run, to be chased—to act like a prey for the thrill of it all? Now I am tempted, how fast would you be if I were to chase you?

Now... I would admit that it was indeed such a shame that someone with magnanimous name such as I would suffer by the torment of not living to the prayer ingrained in it—but that’s not yours too say. Let me become self-depreciating autonomously. Tell me, what kind of trouble?

Ralisja... Dear, your words are dripping with condescending innuendo which gave a telltale sign of repetitive failed love attempts—which is shame, for someone of your caliber. But I might be guessing too wildly. So let us discuss something else: which country would be the best?

I have this theory that placing gods or goddesses name would put too much burden on the soul, resulting in a direct opposite effect of what is intended. But enough of this old man squabbles. Tell me now, has it worked? Your attempts?

. Bebas

Good day to know you, Sekar. Seems like you have a real problem, unlike my unimportant wonders. Tell me, how can I help you cross one problem to another in your life?

Brigita, now you've made me see sense. I think it's just me venting without really trying to make a change, maybe I just keep complaining without actually trying to make things right. That sounds about right to me.

Lovely Julielle, something new. What is this something new you can offer me? Or maybe something you would recommend to me?

I do have experience with it, Edith. It just feels like I don’t feel anything about it, not the joy, not the anger, not the grief, nothing. The most unexpected thing I can do is probably act like I care about my life. What do you think? Good enough?

Maybe God took you away to save you from the heartbreak I caused. As the moonlight shines over your grave, the weight of regret crushes my lungs again, again, again, again—until it all shatters into chuck of blood.

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