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| I know how envious you must be of my suddenly regained youth. Zero responsability, all the comics you can hope for and plenty of smoking years to reblacken my lungs | |
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| True, they make me brush my teeth and wear clean underwear. Oh well. Beats withering away on a park bench anyday, don't you think? | |
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| I'll be off now. Gotta defuse the bomb under my sister's bed | |
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