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| How do I feel in my gloomy depths? Like the flat brink of a cloud, like a dark night in the autumn, a black winter day. No, darker than that-- gloomier than an autumn night. | |
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| Dammit, Gabe, you should know better than to smoke Ritalin-laced clickums and listen to Amorphis. Nothing saps your will to live like Finnish rock music. | |
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| Nice tits, Dorothy. Wanna fuck? | |
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| The name's Helmut. And yes. | |
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