Why marginal alkies, slackers, cuckoos, thieves, those who didn’t study and didn’t find themselves



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Why marginal alkies, slackers, cuckoos, thieves, those who didn't study and didn't find themselves? and got a better answer

Response from Антон Владимирович[+++++]
You'd think you could love someone for finding themselves. Deputy Mitrofanov, for example, found himself. Do you love him? You love someone not because of something, but in spite of it. And everyone counts on the fact that people who love him exist?

Response from 0[+++++]
You'd think you could love someone for finding themselves. Deputy Mitrofanov, for example, found himself. Do you love him? People love not for something but in spite of it. And everyone counts on the fact that people who love him exist.

Response from 0[+++]
We're used to pitying the wretched.

Response from 0[+++++]
Can you be more specific? Everybody wants them to be loved outside of their status.

Response from 0[+++++]
no I'm just a marginal drunken slacker not studying. and I found myself on the island of boroboro where I've been living for 12 years, how's that for a plan Einstein

Response from 0[+++++]
Where do you find these people? I've never had a marginalized alky thief come on to me demanding declarations of love.

Response from 0[+++++]
because they're worn out - his burner ruined him, but he was a soulful man, and what's there - a golden man, maybe they get used to it?

Response from 0[+++++]
Well, everyone wants to prove they're important for a reason.

Response from 0[+++++]
Everyone else hears it from time to time.

Response from 0[+++++]
Everybody needs to hear it from time to time

Response from 0[+++++]
Because those who have found themselves sing the praises of the sycophants about love. 14499305 And if you so much as touch it, those singers will go away and you'll want to whine and curl up against a warm tit.

Response from 0[+++++]
Oh, my God. Half of the wretched and they LOVE them!

Response from 0[+++++]
that's their depressing excuse. they can't really be fixed

 

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