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Blah, Blah, well life is strange. My work is throwing me a going away party and people keep asking me what I want. Apparently the idea that I am moving to another country and trying to get rid of stuff is a bit difficult to comprehend. It must mean they are so distraught at the thought of me leaving their brains have ceased to function properly. Though it is quite sweet, it almost brings me to feign an emotional good-bye, but not quite.