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The mask is a must, please allow me. Your beauty is deadly I heard them saying. A friend of mine was quarantined because he had "something" with you. They said it was shameful that he ever involved with you, as if obsessed: coughing, fever, out of breath. I have to prevent you before they put the name on me, before they all go away from me, and before with death they prescribe me.