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It's not just rude to make me read something you didn't want to write. It is that you expect me to respond to your email written by Claude. You don't even want me to talk to you. You want me to talk to Claude so that you can make Claude respond for you. It is rude to expect me to talk to a chatbot when I wanted to talk to you.

From the day she was born until today, my little sister has known nothing but this blockade imposed on us. She has not experienced safety, comfort, or the basic rights every child deserves. We are suffering greatly, and her childhood has been stolen before it even began.

I hope her coming years will be different, and that she will get the chance to live a normal childhood and achieve at least some happiness. But until that time comes, we desperately need your help. We are in urgent need of your support and assistance. Please make this day different and help share this post and donate.

Please, share and donate, help Ronza and her family survive!

My friends, please listen to me and understand what I'm saying. I swear the war here is not over. We still live in fear every single day. Every day we hear the sounds of shelling, and every day innocent people and children are targeted, their only crime being that they were born here. We are not asking for the impossible. We simply want our children to live in safety, to wake up without fear, and to sleep without their homes being shaken by explosions.

If my nephew isn't saved and doesn't get his surgery, he'll be one of the victims of this genocide. I can't bear to lose any more of my family. Please don't let me lose hope in you. We still need 700 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please donate, donate so I don't lose him. Donate! 💔😭

Please donate whatever you can urgently !!! They only need €450 euros !! If 45 people who saw this donated only €10, they can save his wife! Do something, please!

Please don't leave me alone in this cruel world. Please don't let my wife die. Help me, do something, I beg you, please help me. 😭

I write this post with a heart filled with both pain and hope. I live in the Gaza Strip, where the simple details of daily life have turned into a real battle for survival.

The situation here has become unbearable: Food crisis: We are suffering from a severe shortage of food and clean water. Food contamination: Due to displacement and destruction, rodents and insects attack what little food we have left, rendering it contaminated and unfit for human consumption, but we sometimes find ourselves with no other options. Health situation: The lack of hygiene and the spread of pests threaten us with diseases and epidemics every day. Insecurity: We live in constant fear and lack the most basic necessities of human life.

No one has donated to me yet. We need 200 euros so I can buy food for my family. All I'm asking for is food. I swear, just food to survive. Please don't let me down. Please donate. I don't want us to die of hunger. Please donate so we can buy food for my family today. 💔😭

This is such a "common sense" way of putting it. Everybody memorize this for spitting it back out whenever needed.

saw someone including "Mandate of Heaven" as one of those christian terms tumblr likes to use to sound profound. which i get where you're coming from but t☝️hat one is chinese

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My job? I’m the bat enemy in 2D games that flies at you from a diagonal angle you can’t shoot in, it’s an under appreciated role but really serves to test the player’s understanding of the mechanics leading up to harder challenges. I also receive an intense smug satisfaction when they can’t hit me.

if you build “community” around hating other people, just know that the second you step out of line—regardless of your moral uprightness or the hypocrisy on their part—you’re the next person they’re going to tear to pieces.

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How is she doing this