I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yep)

Just as heat leaves a pepper over time, so too does vitriol leave this pixie of a girl until middle age finds me most often the less of two compared evils. More alluring, I know, the mystique and maliciousness — to us, the race that has tamed the entire world, there is something irresistible about the urge to subdue something wild. Am I an animal still? Absolutely. Is it an animal of the balloon-ish variety more often than not? Perhaps. All the more clever am I in doing so, to preserve the spirit of the beast despite discarding what once damned it as detrimental. Or was it only the danger that drew you? Does the concept of a declawed cat sour you? Rest assured, reader, that I always favor proper training over physical alterations — these claws and teeth are tucked, not stolen. "Everything in moderation" serves as my maturing mantra. I might be enjoying a few drinks, but not about to surrender all my sheets to the wind. Might be wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no "Mrs."

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