If it is to be believed, that when posed with a fork in the road...one path we live in this universe, and the other path is fufilled in an alternate one, it is safe to assume that in the other world, I am a serial killer, that chokes out ignorant consumers with my bare hands.
I am not saying it is just...just that if you brow beat me over a plate of food or a cocktail, I have imagined draining the life out of your body...with a slow and painful chokehold.
when not plotting your death, I rescue kittens and read to orphans.
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