You cant.

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For so long nothing but weed had tangled my lungs and heart. I was infested with little beetles & tears.

You came & worked for hours on end ripping apart the sharp thorns that had grown to me & you got ride of all the beetles.

You hate bugs.
You detest the very thought of a small bug.

It's the most innocent act of a human I've ever seen.

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