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| hey there little guy. how's life treatin ya? | |
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| well I have no real cares as I'm not even self aware. I function entirely on instincts and am in a constant state of bliss, unless I'm hungry or injured. | |
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| When i die. I'd want to be reincarnated into a squirel, except that I know I'd die as soon as I was rejected by my mother for being ugly. | |
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