Zer iz an ingrown heir zat has been taunting me for a few days now. I finally gut it owt. Ze heir vaz so formidable, I considered keeping it as a zine of respect for its determination. But as I was looking at it, a gust of vind blew it away! Good bye, unlikely friend!
On related note, I have been verking on my accents. Vat you tink?
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