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[i]In my prime, I envisioned a sacred sanctum for those that dared to defile the intricate, delicate grains of their respective nations--a warm and humble home wholly absent of the petty judgments made by the skittish lambs that dared adulterate the cosmos with their perpetual existence. Where others saw a social degenerate fit for execution or psychometric correction by the savage guillotine or the dreaded asylum, I instead perceived a being of untapped potential who yearned profoundly to have their true talents realized and subsequently harnessed---but also a tender person buried deep beneath an icy and violent exterior who cried out for love and acceptance with each and every malevolent atrocity that they committed against the unwary.[/i]

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