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Splashes of water to the face in order to save face. I don’t think I’m meant for this place but maybe I’d do better in outer space if Elon sent me to Mars where I can set up base. up there would be no rat race, up there I’d set the pace and I would lead it with grace then send me to hyperspace to see where the chips float.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
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Splashes of water to the face in order to save face. I don’t think I’m meant for this place but maybe I’d do better in outer space if Elon sent me to Mars where I can set up base. up there would be no rat race, up there I’d set the pace and I would lead it with grace then send me to hyperspace to see where the chips float.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
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