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Boy oh boy. WHHHHOOOO. Sense of proportions. sense of measure. Irresistible desire of being right at every cost. The unbearable heaviness of existing in a world of bent nails to be straighten out.
Ahhhhhhh. You take me by exhaustion. Who cares about your movie theater, and the monsters that are allowed in it. Why should I be called in front of that episode? This is exactly your problem. Not mine. What do you want from me? I gave my support to that lady for having given what she gave to one of the pillars of this community, which I consider a brave thing to do, in spite of being off target, and you are pouring over my head a load of miseries that I just plainly refuse to take into consideration. First my daughter, than little freak and mother at the movie theater. What else.
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