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The threshold becomes critical when assessing capacity for solitary. Overstate your case and you’re soon dealing with a heart attack hamper. Underestimate and you’re stuck with the seepage from idled power. No reason to do the namaste bitch thing with all of this comfort at the fingertip level.
Nocturnal wood is better than frequent sub-stomach flaccidity. It’s the equivalent of being convinced you could still do the electric slide but why? Then there’s that post-administered stability test to conjure up the stand-in’s triumph. Faux fum is better than never being fummed at all. Cradle the enchantment of being chosen using tyrannus arms and you’ll never fret about the differences ever again.
So the rap used to be “he’s a shadow of his former self” but even that was excessive. Deep freezing that anomaly called pseudo-wunderkind still allows sanctioned access without the exasperation a shitty cocktail table book brings on.