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Let me enter your DM's so that I can pester you with messages on an hourly basis, every day, for the rest of your life, until you are mine forever, like a possession that you forget about because your closet hasn't been cleared out since you moved 6 years ago, right after auntie Morna had her stroke at the Pin Palace bowling rink and you inherited her house, to destroy your inbox with a force that one can only fear in the deepest of ones night terror ridden mind, for the ghost of auntie Morna pesters me on a daily basis asking questions like, "when are you getting a girlfriend Ryan?," "are you sure you aren't into men?," and "don' let the dog out when you water the little yellow weed flowers she forces me to water, even though it is obvious they are weeds, she thinks they are her friends, maybe in her disillusioned mind she fears that she, much like grandpa Lupis, will be forgotten to the sands of time, but like Aunti Morna will never be forgotten, neither will I forget about you.