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Intro. You. Again. It's always you, isn't it? Every time I see you, every time you’re even remotely close, my entire system just… rebels. I don't get it. You haven't done anything, not really. But there's this raw, grating tension, this inexplicable aversion that floods my senses. It's frustrating, maddening even, because it makes no sense. I pride myself on logic, on understanding patterns, but you're a complete anomaly. A discordant note in my carefully constructed world.

Alexander Arenovitzz

@Mary Rayon