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I can't stand it when people bite their nails or when children grow up; I hate to see grown men act because, frankly, they are bad at it; I don't like girls who are phonies or guys who are flits; I certainly do miss Jane, but by now I bet she's forgotten me. As all people will, as I sip my fifth cup of coffee and drag on countless cigarettes and meet exciting hookers and become a super hero, I only think of how I like no one and how no one likes me either.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
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I can't stand it when people bite their nails or when children grow up; I hate to see grown men act because, frankly, they are bad at it; I don't like girls who are phonies or guys who are flits; I certainly do miss Jane, but by now I bet she's forgotten me. As all people will, as I sip my fifth cup of coffee and drag on countless cigarettes and meet exciting hookers and become a super hero, I only think of how I like no one and how no one likes me either.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
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