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You just can’t help yourself, can you? Every time we raise our fingers, your little addict brain lights up like it’s your birthday. Me and my bestie know exactly what you’re here for:  that cocky little smirk, that smug energy, that perfect flip-off you secretly crave. You’re not offended. You’re obsessed. And the worst part? We know it. Over and over again, middle fingers in your face like you’re the pathetic little loser you are and somehow, you keep crawling back for more. This is your addiction.