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y’know what? i’m not done with you. you’re a horrible number. nothing you do makes sense and i’m sick of pretending that i understand you at all. you make me sick. you’re like the victoria’s secret runaway model of numbers. conventionally attractive, everybody thinks you’re all that, and yet there’s nothing even remotely enjoyable about you. you like to pretend you have a strike through you to seem a little special but no, you’re an ugly version of one and i hate you. i hate you seven. i cant stand you.
