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... e, and collective stupidity. Fires burn, hearts break, hangovers punish—but nothing, and I mean nothing, unites the living like a blow to the balls.
It’s the closest thing we have to a universal religion: the sudden gasp, the existential freeze, the internal monologue of, "Ah. So this is how the gods prune the weak."
Quentin made a sound no mortal man should ever make, a whimper so exquisite, so tragically delicate, it felt destined to echo across mountaintops and summon sympathe ...
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