Murder your darlings

..OR THEY'LL RUN AWAY IN A FIT OF ADOLESCENT SELF-DISCOVERY WITHOUT EVEN ONCE CALLING TO ASK HOW YOU'RE DOING AND COME BACK TWENTY YEARS LATER ONLY TO LIVE IN YOUR BASEMENT, WAITING FOR YOU TO DIE SO THEY CAN INHERIT YOUR MONEY.

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