I try everytime to see you. anything under twelve and we're golden. i don't think you care much about the reasons why i do what i do, but i do. and you're part of the reason.
there are the times where you're full, similar minded people line up for your service; touch of a human, the need to support living flesh. on those times i refer to machines. what can i say, i am but one man.
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