Cross your legs and relax, the world is working perfectly.
Thanks to you.
No one is going to persist at anything truly, madly, deeply evil now that you've exposed the underlying mechanics of psychological perfection from abuse through your sensitive touch. There's time to play with the children and be yourself, too, provided you haven't been stood up to the point of solitary confinement.
The sky is a deep, pastel shade of indigo in late August. Share the fruits of the harvest (without trying!!!).