I really can't imagine how to deal with this gloomy, dirty, thin kid. Maybe it's the sound of curling up and sobbing like a sesame dumpling that makes me soften? FUCK Merlin! I swear I was just having a trance.
[This article is not updated daily or every other day unexpectedly. Because of a small car accident, the update was forced to stop. Now I have picked it up again. I have no choice but to make the old article coherent, so it is another professorial article. ]