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Ah my sweet, sweet Bundy.
Where to begin? Your secrets are as dark as they are deep and most of all plentiful. You hate to sleep with others in fear you will speak in slumber revealing that which can not be revealed. A secret so secret that its absolute knowledge destroys absolutely. Your entire life and all of its efforts are to keep the horrible truth from becoming manifest. You are consumed by this clandestine manifesto from the inside. You poor hollow bitter husk of a dry shell.
I miss hanging out with you,
-GH
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