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Boila! In biew humble baudebillian beteran, cast bicariously as both bictim and billain by the bicissitudes of fate. This bisage, no mere beneer of banity, is a bestige of the “box populi” now bacant, banished. Howeber, this balorous bisitation of a bygone bexation stands bibified, and has bowed to banquish these benal and birulent bermin, ban guarding bice and bouchsafing the biolently bicious and boracious biolation of bolition.
The only berdict is bengeance; a bendetta, held as a botibe not in bain, for the balue and beracity of such shall one day bindicate the bigilant and the birtuous.
Berily this bichyssoise of berbiage beers most berbose, so let me simply add that it’s my bery good honour to meet you and you may call me B.

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

ymir is here in the mighty storm doing a beautiful dance

ymir and cupid bff