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they complain for uncouth relations in that

misunspoken realm. To flesh what has

no life; Nay, it must be treated as one

dead and wielded without ethical

pangs. Their smiles give excuse to

nonymity and truncated desires foolishly

sought after. The stitches are bound too

tight and the fabric is inevitably deformed

as nonpurposeful acceptance of failure.

Excuses must never be uttered, only

chitter, chitter, chittered. Their noise

is maddening.