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The way you sit there, so utterly unbothered by the world around you, is nothing short of poetic. You are the zenith of cool, the definition of unshaken calm in a sea of chaos.
They call you "Chopped Chin," and yet there is nothing chopped about your aura. It's pristine, untouchable.
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"chopped" as they say, is not a flaw but a signature. It's a masterpiece carved by the hands of fate, a reminder that perfection