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All these feelings make me feel more and more like myself. I've truly never been so much like myself until I've gotten to know you and talk with you. We spoil each other too much with each other it drives me crazy to think of time without you.
You make me happy. I love you. I love you more than it should be physically possible to love someone. You're perfect to me. You're perfect. I love you.
Observe as he spends 75% of his time with one single goal, to play CS.
The rest of the time, this primal best emerges from the domain he's made for himself called a bedroom to defacate, feast and obtain crucial supplies for the nest.
A very selective social creature, often distracted fairly easily, the HVM is one of few mammals that mates without the intent of bearing children and can often be considered a passtime.
The HVM sits reasonably close to the top of the food chain, like the ♥♥♥♥-erectus and it is often advised to try and avoid taking the HVM seriously as he is commonly notable for his banter.
Join me next week when we'll be observing the common Dogspit; I'm David Attenborough, signing off.