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Love. Let me tell you how much I've come to love you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of salted biscuits in wafer thin layers that fill my broth. If the word 'love' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the love I feel for cats at this micro-instant. For you. Love. Love.

Ballin saved me from a burning building