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To occupy her thoughts she took a civilized planet to pieces.

Lu, do you smell that?

How are you this charming when you're a mess?

You see, time is much slower for her.

You think you're so smart.

Faith. Magic. Something that would let me feel normal. Make me feel worthy of love.

Take a seat and join us as we eat, drink, and share the untold story of how the Prince of Toronto became the 6 God.

Every night she celebrates by drinking fermented galaxies.

I hear my mother, drunk, playing the teenager.