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Apparently, when someone else cleans your desk they put your stuff in strange places making it impossible to find anything. That sounds nice. I need someone to do that with the part of me that knows I'm going to die. I'd be ok not finding that for a while.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
the part of me that knows
Apparently, when someone else cleans your desk they put your stuff in strange places making it impossible to find anything. That sounds nice. I need someone to do that with the part of me that knows I'm going to die. I'd be ok not finding that for a while.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
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