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| We live... in a random universe. The fates are fickle. The weather man never predicts 100% chance of anything, man. | |
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| We're all just poor players, fretting and struttin' our stuff on the stage that is the world. But my man Will said it best: This tale is told by an idiot, man! | |
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| Each mornin' the sun comes up, but it's all part of the scam! Each day we're lulled into a false sense that things should and will make sense, from day to day... | |
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