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Canada
not cruel, not forced
just enough to claim you
to remind you you belong here
with me -- WEsker
Thousands of years of evolution have taught women to spot chads instantly, and even incels who “pass” still look strong and charismatic. Your deep voice and good humor give you away. Even if you gain a little online incel clout, you’ll be exposed the second your DMs leak and everyone sees the e-girls thirsting over you.
Eventually it will be too much to bear. You’ll get a girlfriend, marry her, knock her up, and have seven healthy kids. Your parents will praise you, spoil the kids, and everyone will know the truth: you were always a fakecel. This is your fate. There is no turning back.