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There's no point to any of this, it's all just a, a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of new escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know a quarter pounder with cheese. Those are Good. The sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain... the moment when your laughter becomes a cackle and i sit back, and I... I smoke my camel straights. And I ride my own melt.

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