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Stuck this back up. For those who missed it the first time: it was a valentine’s thing.
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Any scenes of horrific fluffshed shouldn’t be taken literally, they’re
visual metaphors, ermm or something. wot ho! yes. indeed.
Perhaps a quote from the work of Jean-Pierre Duprey will explain it better than I could:
‘Rather bring me rope to hang my tongue, pliers to squeeze
out some tears. The spider weaving her life with the thread
coiled around my neck, has never said what despair made her
laugh so hard that the Crocodile blew up.’
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