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| Have you ever thought about birthdays? They seem to me to just be a celebration of our own mortality, our own death. Quite morbid if you ask me. | |
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| I never thought of it like that, but it makes sense. Mankind's occasional fleeting joys distract him from recognizing his impending eternal nothingness. | |
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| So I should probably take back these transformers I bought you. | |
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| Transformers?! Cool! Lez play! Lez play! | |
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