or something otherwise bad.
I think of you, trader that you are; still my friend, my wonderful friend whom I'm delighted to have found.
I see us as female beasts, ravaging ravaging ravaging.
But on opposite sites of imaginary fences.
I love you...you love me, I believe that.
We are fighters.
Champs always fight themselves.
Kid's got heart.
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