What are you trying to pull here? I can't tell if this is supposed to make me feel better or further push my already cynical take on optimism edgeward. I promise I will never ever again complain about your innocuous, lame ass fortunes and complete inability to accurately select my lucky number if you just leave me to eat my $6.95 broccoli beef without having to question whether or not I am personally responsible for creating the meaning of my existence.
Ok, great!
Love, Eve
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