1. "Step right up, Mighty Companions. Get your premium pain, bottled and branded!"
He's the maestro of misery, the baron of blues, the tycoon of torment. With a silver tongue and a heart of frost, he peddles anguish like it's the hottest stock on Wall Street.
His specialty? Turning your tears into his treasure, your woes into his wealth. He's got suffering on tap and despair on demand. Why settle for garden-variety gloom when you can have designer despondency?
In his shop of horrors, every scar has a price tag, every trauma a tempting discount. He's not selling snake oil, oh no. He's selling you back to yourself, piece by broken piece, at a markup that would make a loan shark blush.
So come on down to Grievance's Emporium of Exquisite Agony. Remember, your pain is his gain, and business is booming!
#thinkgod
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.
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