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Welcome, traveller, to the island of despair. Every morning, my staff will insinuate into your skull what you already know: you were born useless, and will forever remain so. Most of your colleagues find you laughable; the rest, despicable. You are shamefully inadequate, and fail to qualify as a human being. **** yes. Sapiens, no. Do not hope for redemption: this is the land of infinite regret.
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
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Welcome, traveller, to the island of despair. Every morning, my staff will insinuate into your skull what you already know: you were born useless, and will forever remain so. Most of your colleagues find you laughable; the rest, despicable. You are shamefully inadequate, and fail to qualify as a human being. **** yes. Sapiens, no. Do not hope for redemption: this is the land of infinite regret.
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
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