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#11
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It was a warm summer morning when I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping through my open window. "Fuck" I said to myself, as I licked the crust from last nights frozen pizza from my lips. "How long was I tracking the Statue of Rallos Zek before I passed out at the computer?". I checked my phone. No tweet had been sent. A sigh of relief passed through me. "I live to poopsock another day. Life is good."
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