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DONT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THE SUN!! . . . . . . . . . . . . (some are old some are new). . . . . . . This story begins in my apartment, where I sit on a broken swivel chair. The blacks outside have almost beaten the door down now, but there are two interior doors which have been coarsely fortified. Ah, they just got inside, and upon brief ivestigation they find the body on the table and the trap... With better light, they might have noticed ___.At the second door they hesitate, but soon kick a long slice in the cheap fiber. Then axes or machetes hacking and splintering. That damn rug will be ruined, ha. Feet, heavy boots. ( My Fathers Diary, final entry, July 2004) - EB2
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apparently i have a condition where i use my hands to express myself excessively
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