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| I'm finally graduating. Starting a job. So why do I feel like a victim of the vicissitudes of life? | |
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| At least I'll always have my friends. They won't forget me. Not in a day, not in a month, not in a million years. | |
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| Your friends sent me. They said they have new friends now. They said you are dead to them. They've already taken your desk. | |
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