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Once upon a time, Nikolai approached his dear friend Fyodor Dostoevsky. It was a lovely night, where the 2 terrorists sat together in a dimly lit room.
“Oh, Fyodor, I must tell you something.” Nikolai began speaking, placing his hands over his heart, he was speaking with passion.
“What is it that you must tell me?” Fyodor asked, looking up at Nikolai.
“I. . don’t like women.” Nikolai spat out, the poor man trembled as he said this.
“Is. . Nikolai a misogynist??!!” Fyodor thought, shaking his head.
“Oh, Nikolai, you shouldn’t say that!!” Fyodor scolded the taller man, wagging his finger at him.
“Is. . Fyodor a homophobe??” Nikolai thought, shocked.
The 2 men had an awkward conversation and not a great night’s sleep.
The End.