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Revan, my sweet little kitty, don't be sad! The world is a very funny thing. Maybe someone is sitting there, perfectly healthy, smiling, enjoying delicious food, having just taken a hit, and then – bam! – they suddenly die from whatever. Or someone is walking down the street, successful, happy, content, and then they find a neat little dagger right under their ribs. You can't envy that person anymore! A person has died, and they can't be brought back. They won't eat lobster and foie gras anymore, and they won't drive a fancy sports car. Or a person is born without legs, it happens. They drew the short straw in life, their mother was a drug addict, and their origin is "the lower class," what can you do? Instead of listing all your biological vulnerabilities, do something good. Hug Drakkosha, whisper in her ear, "It's so good that we know each other, my dear." Take a pencil in your hand and draw some crooked apples until your fingers cramp up. Read, think, play, talk. Meow-meow, you are such a good, sweet, wonderful, sensitive creature, don't be a jerk, be a sweetie! uuu~
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made