It sucks.
Oh.
It's not particularly sad. It's not angry. It's not broken. It's oh.
Maybe later you'll figure out what 'oh' means. But for now... oh.
I wish I had more to say than that, but I really don't. I think my insides are being drawn-and-quartered.... Except for there are a gazillion things pulling me... so I guess it's drawn-and-spliced. Whatever. Oh.

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