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Imagine being Elira and having to tolerate a deranged crack-whore in your house, having to pretend all the time that her uncouth behavior is somehow normal and acceptable. Every moment, whispering to herself "this person should leave, this person doesn't belong here in my mansion". The crack-whore continues acting wild and strange being "le so randum" and creating a catastrophe of errors. Everything she touches is somehow ruined or corrupted. Polished glass becomes smudged, white satin becomes stained, beautiful harmony becomes dissonant.
