How sweet of you describing me that way.
Thanks.
I might give it a little time.
I reckon, the door's never been open, or locked.
I am exhausted, I am disappointed, I am unable to move, I have broken arms and legs.
I live by the inertia I can't possibly get away from.
I look down on little pleasures and resist your custom.
I will not act on your dubious custom anymore.
I will not let you in.
Why hesitate? Just break in.
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