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| I've always thought that hell was personal. That that's where the horror came from. | |
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| Yeah. Like, whatever you hated the most would always be there. You'd be surrounded by it. And what you wanted to the most would be completely absent. | |
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| So what's your hell like? | |
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| It's filled with asshole drivers on cell phones and you aren't there. | |
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