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2009-11-08
I hate my life and I want to die.
"I'm thinking of moving" I said.
"Where to?" she said.
"I dunno" I said.
"Then you may as well stay here" she said.
The best part of the day was the brief moment I spent contemplating whether I should put some vodka in my tea.
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