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this fucking job at the hospital is chasing it away. or the reason for my existence. or my identity.
this place is horrible.
I wish I had money so things like this wouldn’t be necessary.
anybody up for perhaps the Corpse Bride roundabouts 7?
or perhaps the transporter 2 at 9?
so many opportunities.
with students about essays is unpleasant, and I wish I wouldn’t have to.
it makes me sad afterwards.
it began with a challenge…
THE FIST OF THE NORTH STAR JON!!!
many showed up to battle…
Amy, from the north.
Kamran from the south.
and Jon from the land of drunk.
but instead of fighting we all drank and had a right good time.
hanging out with buddies.
or in Kamran’s case:
showin’ the hatch a lil’ bit o’ the love.
don’t be jealous of kamran, natasha. I’m sure it was just a one night stand.
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