I am so fucking tired. My arms are killing me!
I spent 7 8 9 fucking hours typing!
Yah! That's my man you're trying to insult!
Okay, fine. I kinda get how it could be perceived, how the situation could turn problematic.
To be honest, when he kneeled, I don't know why but like my heart skipped a beat or something weird like that. I don't know. Maybe because it feels like he was the kind of guy who would step up when needed? And I like that he makes an effort!
But yeah, a bit more mindfulness needed to be applied.
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