Because it's my precious. My beloved that I selfishly wish to keep hidden until it's ready for presentation. I'm a girl that will shoo men out of the kitchen until their valentine chocolates are done.
And most importantly, because the immature, disruptive masks of you would just dismiss it, and me, in a rare moment of proudness, would hate that. I've barred myself from most of useless prides. Spare me this one. Forgive me from hurting your holy prides, but you can really be predictable at times.
Problem? No? Wonderful. :)
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