I wish I could build your nice rifle.
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I'm close to building a pistol and bullet for $0.00, but I gave up on drawing the thing. I am left /w no place I know I can go, no friends, no family, no land, and nobody my smarts to talk to. Everybody is smarter than me, and every munchkin is important to me.
I was thinking about making popular clothes, and I learned everybody in town can outnumber me and regard what I do, say, and look like and write online...
so it no longer makes sense to be a non-conformist /w new clothes. I would just stick out when the bullet whips past because people would want my nice things.
