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You know, there are few things that make me angry. I tend to be a very chill guy, or at least I try to be. I let very few things bother me.

If there's one thing I hate, it's being willfully, purposefully provoked. Making comments about my intelligence, and telling me to shut up are really great additions.

There is a chair partially lodged in the wall. There is glass on the floor. My hands are shaking.

I feel your stares peircing, so sorry to soil your precious eyes. Reflections spoon-feed you the bitterness and disgust that is me. If you choose to reach out to lend to me, I'll chew off your hand.