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| I have no reason to live. I am the product of a lunatic's imagination. | |
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| I live on a bench next to a damn water cooler. I'm wearing a stupid Pac Man shirt. Who the fuck said I liked Pac Man? | |
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| And the author, that sadistic little bitch, just turned me into a damn squirrel in the middle of a white out. | |
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