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Oh, how distressing. The world progressively darkens as our wisps of lives swirl around, unknowing, in this tornado of unhappiness and failure.
This photograph does not do the horror that has betaken my family justice. My Muggle cousins Tiffany and Calvin, how I weep for their innocence stolen, those young sprites of yesteryear.
Witness the most depressing eyes of the fiendish creature. His skull does not hold sufficient room for tear ducts, yet he proverbially weeps at his deformities. Oh, tragedy!
I feel it is my moral as well as familial duty to spell away this monstrosity. Should I not return, know that my depressing life truly did have no significance whatsoever.
This photograph does not do the horror that has betaken my family justice. My Muggle cousins Tiffany and Calvin, how I weep for their innocence stolen, those young sprites of yesteryear.
Witness the most depressing eyes of the fiendish creature. His skull does not hold sufficient room for tear ducts, yet he proverbially weeps at his deformities. Oh, tragedy!
I feel it is my moral as well as familial duty to spell away this monstrosity. Should I not return, know that my depressing life truly did have no significance whatsoever.