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He typed on the Mugbook Z I miss the old days when we could go to a pub and laugh or smile or listen to music or read Now we just lol and like not much of a life is it? He reeled in pain as his headform sent a violent shock through his brain He heard the robotic voice R67451 Insubordination Insubordination Withdrawal of device priveleges You will watch paint dry ha ha ha ha
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
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He typed on the Mugbook Z I miss the old days when we could go to a pub and laugh or smile or listen to music or read Now we just lol and like not much of a life is it? He reeled in pain as his headform sent a violent shock through his brain He heard the robotic voice R67451 Insubordination Insubordination Withdrawal of device priveleges You will watch paint dry ha ha ha ha
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
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