Dear, Mr. Bacon! you have done such an offence by writing such a discreet work that i must say i hate you. Those luring words as to compact and compose them under the name 'advantages'. I must be pardoned to say that I despise them all. For it gives that a scholar can't be a friend if i must say. I may take the liberty and supplicate that please score your essay as an offense to mass property and take the penalty. Turn yourself in or i may be obliged to come armed sir!
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The offense is sir! that in the penultimate fornication of facts you are blinding people into believe that they are alone, as alone as a hog deep-sea drowning for the trepidity of being hollow. Ripped of self, bygone the flattery! And then absenty of affection, understanding, and part-taking boon.. that you say I am at the mercy of definitions such as to be subtly called a beast or God eh? That's an offence fair and square !
Now, I won't say no more, for I must spill my rage at you and protest sir! protest by silence now-
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