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no free lunch

by @stephane-noir

dear sir, the trees out there- they take your waste, your carbon dioxide, and through every effort, every process they've developed over the past millions of years, turn it into beautiful oxygen for you to breathe & live. what service did you ever perform for them in exchange for that?
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this is for uncle tom,

the capitalistic bastard.

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