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Dec 2015
& despite every good thing that had happened to him that day, he was still the loneliest person in the whole world, and he knew for a fact that money couldn't buy happiness, but money could buy cigarettes, which if he smoked them enough, it would eventually taste like happiness or something close to that.
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