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Originally posted by patrick boo
Ah, but shiny automatons are not built to be romantic, my dear. It's the cold, sleek, Teutonic emotionlessness that makes you you, and I wouldn't change it for the whirled.
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True, I have no heart... I love nothing... and nobody. You are just tools in my sick and robotic game.
I am destined to stand alone throughout eternity, pouting at those whom dare to cross my path.
Everybody is getting rocks for Christmas.