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up. The economy was hurting every kind of job it seemed. Naomi seethed in her two bedroom apartment for a week before deciding it was time to go free lance. Nothing could make her -
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ee bottles of wine on the wall, twenty three bottles of wine, take one down, pass it around, twenty two bottles of wine on the wall. twenty two bottles of wine on the wall, twenty
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zy things mustve escaped again, annoying things. The habit was driving me broke, and I never even got the satisfaction of a good smoke before theyd all escape my bag and run off.
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monster chefs. Impossible things really, but they were needed anyway, though why or what for was unknown. Nonetheless, monster chefs were needed, and would have to be made by Dieu
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emaciated deer of hope, starving as it desperately wanders the wasteland of my soul in search for something, anything to live on, a futile search it knows, but unable to give up
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ng even thought about trying g to deal with the management. I returned to my corner, a little more than frustrated. What had ever possessed me to apply at an un dead office?! Well
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Sven looked concerned, face twisted. "Look, I wouldn't have agreed to any of this if I knew you were just going to try to feed the bug to your cat. Thats some twisted nonsense."
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totally confused. I waved again, exasperated. This was meant to work, it was all I could think of. Slowly they turned away from me, clearly not sure what I was about, and left me.