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Nov 2018
Cold turkey is only good on a sandwich.
Not when you have to stop caring.
The only way I’d eat that sandwich is if you made it.
And you never made me a ‘sammich’.
I guess I’ll stay hungry.
Goodbye knucklehead.
MAN
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