Hi, Sally. Hi, Elden.

It's a difficult question, but I think Sally's taking might be the one that can help me out here.

It's probably in the moment.

Essentially, I am a fourth-year old man, but I have this crippling obsession with large, very, large, rested weather.

And it's been getting on pretty much my whole life.

I can't remember a point where it wasn't kind of a constant.

It comes and goes, but I've seen it in the last couple of years.

I think it's been quite bad.

And two years ago, I met a woman, who's 36, who has ridiculously big heads, basically.

Like, you wouldn't see it bigger, maybe, for like, you walk around the city for two months.

You might see another big white name.

That's a very interesting one.

And so, luckily or not, hooked up.

And, basically, she's just an awful person in nearly every way.

Except that, except for the pit.

And it's just sort of, like, died to destroy my life.

I mean, she's done some horrific things.

We have argued really, really, horrific things.

We've never normally do argue, but then he was hurt.

He's really just, like, drives me out of the wall.

He locked me in the apartment.

You can't even make a quick hit.

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