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I jsut got in, put on Donuts, tried to talk to a friend on facebook, and fell off my chair (after battling not too by desperately grabbing onto it for a while). Then lay lsitening to Don't Cry for a the whole track. Then got up, clawed my way back onto the chair for a bit, and fell off again. THis is all perhaps a sign that the alchohol has effected me more than I thought...
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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