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i really hate the two weeks in january/february when it's cold in the mornings and they send newcasters outside where one orange has frost on it to tell us that "d00ds, it's cold". o rly?
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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