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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⢤⢁⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢰⠀⠀⠀⡀⢄⡜⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡦⠄⡷⠢⠤⠤⠤⠤⢬⢈⡇⢠⣈⣰⠎⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣃⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢪⢀⣺⡅⢈⠆⠀⠀
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⠈⠒⠀⠤⠤⣄⡆⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⠀⢕⠱⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⣐⡐⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠁⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⢤⢁⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢰⠀⠀⠀⡀⢄⡜⠀
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⠇⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠈⠀⠈⠈⡨⢀⠡⡪⠢⡀⠀
⠈⠒⠀⠤⠤⣄⡆⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⠀⢕⠱⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⣐⡐⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠁⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⢤⢁⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢰⠀⠀⠀⡀⢄⡜⠀
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I'm not even joking at this point it's a problem I can't stop thinking about Dottore. He's so handsome it hurts. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO FINE??? I NEED him to give me the backshots of DOOM. OF DOOM. AND WE WOULDN'T STOP THERE. We would be doing it on the balcony of his million dollar suite in Fontaine in every position possible for the public to see. From the front, from the back, from up, down, sideways, hell even SLANTWAYS. He'd be pulling my hair and I would be bouncing on his ♥♥♥♥ moaning like a little ♥♥♥♥♥. And I would take it. Id take it all without a single complaint. We wouldn't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stop. Hell, the only way we'd stop is if one of us exploded. Even if the Tsaritsa herself commanded us to stop we wouldn't stop. ♥♥♥♥, someone would have to detain me. Dottores ♥♥♥♥ would be shriveled up by the time I'm done with him. AND EVEN THEN, WE WOULDN'T STOP!!! AAAAAAAAAA DOTTORE DOTTORE DOTTORE DOTTORE DOTTORE
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⡞⠁
⠀⠀⠀ᵐᵉᵒʷ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⡀⠀ ⠈⣧
⠀⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀ ⠙⢷⣄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⠀⣀⣭⣷⣦⣤⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣘⠁⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣧
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠀⠀⠐⠒⢤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⠁⢴⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠈⠉⡽⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⣤⠀⠶⡦⠀⠀⠴⠚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠂⠀⠒⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⣠⠏
⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣎⠴⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠋⢠⡤⠂⠐⠀⠤⠤⠴⠚⠁⠀⠀
I love Scaramouche. I'd say I'm a normal fan, but I think about him often. I think of him when I sing. I think of him when I go for a walk. I think of him when I'm on the bus. He occupies most of my waking thoughts.
He has become a lifestyle. I don't dream of him yet but I probably will soon. I eat breakfast and wonder if he would like it. I dress, curious if my outfit would be pleasing to his eyes. I go out and imagine I'm walking next to him. I buy groceries and ponder over how he'd make use of them. I cook dinner in case he will materialise in front of me one day and I will need to have improved my culinary skills. I scrub the kitchen clean in practice to be his potential housewife. I would gladly drop everything and become one if he asked me to. I shower while thinking about what it'd be like to wash his hair. I study hard for exams to make him proud and be an intelligent woman for him.
But wait, there's more! See, Horses are extremely fragile. There is a reason why a "horse doctor" typically prescribes a dose of double-0 buckshot in the event of a leg injury. A horse is very heavy, and it has very thin legs to carry that weight. If any one leg gets fractured, it is exceptionally unlikely that it will heal well enough for the Horse to walk again, and is extremely likely to break again just carrying the weight of the horse. Remember, a human thigh bone is gigantic relative to the size of our bodies, a horse leg bone is absolutely minuscule relative to the weight it carries.
All your life you've only ever taken words from other people's mouths and used them as your own, some would call it echlolalia, I call it; dumbassary. Your autism has crippled you for years but now you will have a chance to cripple it back.
Before you is the phone number to Autism Speaks -