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I am eating the chariot.
The Snail kills the gladiator.
I love The Snail.
The Snail moves beautifully.
I do eighteen backflips.
I do them for The Snail.
Why does The Snail not love me?
I do everything The Snail asks of me.
Everything I do is in service of The Snail.
The Snail only tells me to eat the sun.
I decided that I will.
Ow! It burns!
Please, make it stop hurting!
I’m sorry, Snail……
I love you.