Morgz intrusive thoughts

TUESDAY AGAIN NO PROBLEM

TUESDAY AGAIN NO PROBLEM

joyfulness is what marks calm water.

Liars—and losers of mss.—employers of lying clerks and hypocritical thieving editors, and artists whose artistic ability consists in farting sixty-seven times to the minute—scaliwags, scoundrels, swindlers, sons of bitches:— Pisspots-with-the-handle-broken-off-and-the-bottom-knocked-out, ignoramuses with souls of slime composed of seventeen different kinds of shit. Know by these presents there exist human beings who do not care a thimbleful of piss for "their own interests," and if it be indeed to their own interests to deal with liars, scoundrels, thieves, and sons of bitches. Know also there exists one particular individual, whose name is at the end of these words, whom all the money of all the states of the United States of America and Mexico could not induce to contribute one line to your infernally vulgar, beastly, Godey's-Lady's-Book-Magazine—you miserable, buggerly, cowardly, boorish, brutal sons of bitches.

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“Because of when I was born…”

TL;DR: "you're just like the outies and don't think the innies have autonomy" innie!Mark's autonomy is tied to a generic boy-girl protagonist romantic pairing and Gemma is a woman who has been tortured and wants to see her husband. It's obvious what people are gonna care about more.