What he said wasn't necessarily vulgar. It wasn't necessarily rude, or crude, or incessant, or incessant. What I told him wasn't necessarily ok, it wasn't necessarily out loud. What he said wasn't necessarily the right thing, wasn't necessarily necessary. It wasn't like a peaceful man in a tie-dyed shirt. It was along the lines of a priest screaming at a defrocking convention. There are black holes in space, and there are evil people who walk the earth.They decide what they become, the black holes. The evil people, they're the ones who are already chosen.
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