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i think you pretend to know a lot of things about a lot of things you don't know about and i suppose it's nice nice that you make the effort to pretend but i don't know if i can do this for an extended period of time explaining things laying the groundwork when i laid down my own foundation through blood and tampons and nail polish and razors and leg hairs and eyebrow wax and my father at the table always being served first and the boys online asking me for nudes i clawed through that for this no one held my hand or told me these things i don't have the energy to do that for you so you can pretend to know a lot about things you think