This is one of those things that looks like its fake edited dialogue, but no. He's just like this

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This is one of those things that looks like its fake edited dialogue, but no. He's just like this
Nu-uh!! Ur wayyy more adorable ùwú!!!!
N-no!!!! Not tru!!!! Am not adorable at all! Am verie scarey!! And mean! And roode! You're the adorable one here! With all ur "uwus" and ur kindness!!
I still remember
When you used to be nine years old
I was a fool for you
From the bottom of my soul...
[So you guys know how I’ve been on a Miitopia kick lately. My brother downloaded the demo today and, I kid you not, his mayor was Guy Fierre. Guess he’s the Mayor of Flavortown. ]
If it hinders your natural growth out of places of naivete and ignorance,
~ask who (or what) then benefits from your continued confinement to old ways and a previous, outmoded/obsoleted-self that is no longer in your interest to divest effort into being?
-And why are you allowing it to continue, knowing full well what what it costs you, besides precious time, money, and/or elsewise-lived life-experience?
I’m Ruffled
At the Bafta Tea, Tom and Zawe had some sort of tonal contrast. Tom was all crisply buttoned down while Zawe was va-va-boom—together giving off a “Dharma and Greg” vibe. In my mind I started picturing an alternative involving dancing.
Yeah . . . A spicy salsa.