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Every time I get in a car, I prepare myself for death.

This is a promise with a catch.

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Jan 27

Today Sucks

I’m sick: runny nose, cough, scratchy throat, ache-y.

I didn’t get paid today, AGAIN.

Someone else got the apartment we were looking at.

Put me out of my misery.