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It's supposed to be around your bedside when you're busy sobbing and contemplating suicide when your body is suffering from Rabies, the Bubonic Plague, AIDS, and Terminal Cancer where it'll coerce you into making a wish to heal your lethal diseases where you'll be forced to fight witches for all eternity until the eventual despair of the wish backfiring in your face causes you to mutate into a hideous abomination leading to an underage magical girl in a frilly pink outfit to ram their weapon through your Salvidor Dali-esque surreal body causing you to finally meet the sweet embrace of death.
