Help me Johnny he is beating me up. Come get me.
Service is horrible love language. For others, it’s a treat. They are cared for. Someone is preventively thinking of their needs. There’s always someone to help.
And someone always is. Alone.
Yep, like the Shrikebats of Dromedon. How’d you beat them? I’m trying to remember. There were an awful lot of casualties that day. Oh, yeah. We inverted polarities! *CRASHES*
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