I am pretty scatty and annoying, sometimes, I think, but also I am helpful and kind and funny and sweet, I hope. Nearly all my friends are frustrating, sometimes, but all the bad things are not important at-all, ever (unless they are mean and rude, or they steal all my muffins, or do not like "Black Books"), because all the good things are really good.
It is really obvious!
I thought everyone thinks it automatically?
Please is it true?
It hurts too much not to try.
I will see you in another life when we are both cats.
Quod perditum est, in venietur.
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