Deadly
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When you're living in a place so strict and precise, you forget the feeling of love. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the feeling of saying dumb things on accident, and the feeling of never wanting to leave that person.
Oh, wait, did I say that you forget the feeling of love?
Our government makes sure you remember what it feels to love, and they don't make it so pleasant. So please, do me the favor as you join me, Otto Ryan, and somewhat of Nike Porter as we figure out the cause and effect of this...
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