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Every Day is the Same
The day that was all fire smoke, and no sun, I freaked out, like, oh god, the world is ending, peace out, I’m dead. Then my boss called at 9:05, asking why I wasn’t logged on yet. I just started bawling. I don’t work there anymore.
Samuel Goldsmith
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Manifesto
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In a Thrift Store