Once, a boy found a giant stone head in the sand. That boy's father beat him, and he whispered his story in its ear. The head was so moved, it wept. That weeping became a stream; our village relies on it for water. The head can never stop crying. That is why I have to hit you.
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They're super painful!
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Lol - I have a personal decision tree based on the criteria of potential ignominy, time and number of likes
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I meant to say “ for millennia” not “to millennia”
maybe I should stop using my phone for tweets, but then