Thursday I woke up and there was nothing wrong with me. There was nothing wrong with me all day. not fat, not old, not "oh i really need my pores cleaned, teeth straightened, hair cut, 10,000 situps, more pale blue ink, fangs and claws, brobingdian leathery wings so I could take a small cow up and somewhat away... I digress. There was nothing
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