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Friday, May 13, 2005

You Have My Permission

You have my permission, should I ever turn into one of those miserable creatures whom believes their job is their life, to put me out of my misery by any means you deem fit. I will probably deserve some kind of torture before death as I will be probably make people around me terribly unhappy. Something medieval, perhaps? Thank you and goodbye.


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