I can't stop myself. I keep returning over and over again. I tell myself, "no, don't give him the traffic" but, late at night, when nobody's watching, I crawl back. You draw me in like a moth to the flame.
You are a loathsome, offensive brute; yet I cannot look away.
Under your spell,
A Big Phan
UPDATE: For those that don't get it, see here.
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