+844 You were born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning you break your legs, and every afternoon you break your arms. At night, you lie awake in agony until your heart attacks put you to sleep, amirite?
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+844 You were born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning you break your legs, and every afternoon you break your arms. At night, you lie awake in agony until your heart attacks put you to sleep, amirite?
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