I am brain-dead I think. A whole day spent cleaning another’s shit (well, in a manner of speaking at least) and now I can’t feel my fingers, or my arm, or my brains. Smoking isn’t helping, and neither is ready-to-make coffee. Or thums up. It’s funny the things we do only so that money comes [...]
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