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Then, during the summer of 2006, everthing changed. It started while I was lounging about at home.
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I developeded a terrible writer's block. I couldn't think of anything. I stopped logging into stripcreator while wasting hours playing MafiaLife, randomly trolling IMDB and watching Scrubs DVDs.
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| Come on guys, all I did was kill your Consiglieri, stop living in the past! | |
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| Shoot warning! Shoot warning! Shoot warning! | |
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I saw Chris, Sean and Andrew frequently of course. I could have taken the immense emotional stress associated with spending time with my friends and made some dark gothic poetry but I couldnt be arsed
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