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Like stale crackers.
2002-12-06 ::: 8:55 p.m.
My life seems so incredibly stale. I wake up in pain, avoid attending school, and waste time at work. I sit at home and do nothing. I spend time staring at this glowing screen thinking of a grand life somewhere over the horizon.Hey, can you reclose my package when you're done? I hate being so stale. Let's go bowling.
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