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What is Rewas' opinion on me?

 

Rewas is unsure what to think of someone that is not a fellow coward, as he has struggled to understand for all his life how a person could choose a way of life other than cowering behind backrow.

 

how weeb is rewas

 

Questions have question marks.

 

Dick size? 

 

Rewas' son Richard is currently 5'11", and boasts a 9" penis.

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Why are the two of you obsessed with each other? xd

 

When I was a young boy of 7, my mother was killed in a freak snooker accident. My father was devastated, and unable to live in the home they had built together, so he moved to Lithuania with me and by 23 brothers. Life was hard back home, and it only got harder in that third world cesspit. We worked 22 hours a day in the coalmines, and lived an hour's walk away, so we didn't sleep at all for 7 years.

 

Then, on the eve of my 14th birthday, a man in fine-cut silk visited our house. We could see him coming a mile out, and rumours filled the air as to his purpose. Why would a man like him be coming to a ramshackle farmhouse 50 miles from Palanga? By the time he reached the front door, the 11 of us were pressed against the windows staring at him. He smiled back politely, but turned his face away quickly all the same.

 

He spent a good hour talking to my father, and though we couldn't hear through the door we caught snippets - "investor...traffic...endowed". Speculation ensued, though as the oldest 8 of us had died, we had no authority on the matter to turn to. The conversation came to an end, and at the sound of scraping chairs we all leaped back to the single threadbare couch in the house. The well dressed man emerged and, handing a piece of paper to my father, roughly gripped me by the arm and dragged me away with him, as my brothers screamed in confusion and my father stared into the distance, his face unreadable. For my part, I didn't quite grasp what has going on until I was bundled into the back seat of the man's car, and we were driving several minutes before I worked up the courage to speak.

 

"Where are you taking me?", I managed to ask, though my delivery was not nearly as clean and clear as the transcription suggests.

 

The man glanced at me but didn't say anything, and I thought for a moment he hadn't heard. I was about to repeat myself when he grunted out a single word, a pair of syllables 5 letters in length that would change my life forever - 

 

"Rewas".

He thus plays/played ariadne builds, tellarknights, infernities, HAT, Artifact builds and/or paleozoic ?

 

Incorrect: that is not correct; it is incorrect.

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Are Rewas and EndUser still dating?

 

Intermittently. Rewas doesn't know if he can forgive EndUser's repeated molestation of Richard.

 

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Though you have succeeded where Mitch failed in including the proper punctuation, an image of Will Smith is not, in fact, a question, regardless. Feel free to try again friend!

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When I was a young boy of 7, my mother was killed in a freak snooker accident. My father was devastated, and unable to live in the home they had built together, so he moved to Lithuania with me and by 23 brothers. Life was hard back home, and it only got harder in that third world cesspit. We worked 22 hours a day in the coalmines, and lived an hour's walk away, so we didn't sleep at all for 7 years.

 

Then, on the eve of my 14th birthday, a man in fine-cut silk visited our house. We could see him coming a mile out, and rumours filled the air as to his purpose. Why would a man like him be coming to a ramshackle farmhouse 50 miles from Palanga? By the time he reached the front door, the 11 of us were pressed against the windows staring at him. He smiled back politely, but turned his face away quickly all the same.

 

He spent a good hour talking to my father, and though we couldn't hear through the door we caught snippets - "investor...traffic...endowed". Speculation ensued, though as the oldest 8 of us had died, we had no authority on the matter to turn to. The conversation came to an end, and at the sound of scraping chairs we all leaped back to the single threadbare couch in the house. The well dressed man emerged and, handing a piece of paper to my father, roughly gripped me by the arm and dragged me away with him, as my brothers screamed in confusion and my father stared into the distance, his face unreadable. For my part, I didn't quite grasp what has going on until I was bundled into the back seat of the man's car, and we were driving several minutes before I worked up the courage to speak.

 

"Where are you taking me?", I managed to ask, though my delivery was not nearly as clean and clear as the transcription suggests.

 

The man glanced at me but didn't say anything, and I thought for a moment he hadn't heard. I was about to repeat myself when he grunted out a single word, a pair of syllables 5 letters in length that would change my life forever -

 

"Rewas".

Go on. You haven't answered the question.

 

Incorrect: that is not correct; it is incorrect.

Incorrect; that is not correct. It is incorrect.

 

It is not Problem-Solving Card Text. Do not butcher it by treating it as if it were.

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Go on. You haven't answered the question.

 

That's because the answer was inside you all along champ.

 

 

Incorrect; that is not correct. It is incorrect.

 

It is not Problem-Solving Card Text. Do not butcher it by treating it as if it were.

 

You are, in fact, incorrect: not correct; incorrect, in saying that.

 

Why is Terrie such a coward?

 

He learned it from his father.

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