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Happiness. They look upon it with disdain. The excitement in your eyes reflects a worry in theirs. A worry that you might take what you feel and run away. From responsibilities and such. What else is new. They like when you're worried, tired and sad. But you should never show them sadness. Respond politely, accordingly, willingly bowing to their will. They like to burden themselves with the creation of their own burdensome selves. It's a happy medium of tyranny and creative outlet-ivity wouldn't you say? I hate them. I hate them all. 

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