That Was Humanity's Problem Right There. They

Nick As In My Former Boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, Ex-boyfriend, Ex-alive If I Ever Got Hold Of Him Nick.

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...treat People With Understanding When You Can, And Fake It When You Can't Until You Do Understand.

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I Wish I Could Say I Write 9-5. It's Usually More Like 8-6, Every Day But The Weekends.