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Right now I'm....
I have some form of plague. I can't feel my face, and my lungs burn. Dear Baby Jesus, please don't let me have this plague...I have a week before I walk....
Everyday you reinvent yourself into a bigger cock-shite than ever. It's incredible. I don't know how you do it. I admire you.

I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.


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