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there are few things like running for a fucking long time with your calf throbbing in pain, then coming home to a bowl of original-flavour very salty potato chips waiting for you and a cold glass of guava pineapple juice.
heaven.
it is heaven.
unless you don't like salt-laden potato chips and guava pineapple juice.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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