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Standing in the drizzle on my way to work, a man collapsed and died, his life began to fizzle and his heart didn't work, paramedics came, a woman cried, and all I could think was 'who the hell dies at 8.15 on a Monday morning?' Then I went to work and fried meat for 12 hours because it was Monday morning the week was just beginning and you need money to live.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
8.15, Monday Morning
Standing in the drizzle on my way to work, a man collapsed and died, his life began to fizzle and his heart didn't work, paramedics came, a woman cried, and all I could think was 'who the hell dies at 8.15 on a Monday morning?' Then I went to work and fried meat for 12 hours because it was Monday morning the week was just beginning and you need money to live.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
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