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- My roommate just started a big pot of turkey soup - it smells good but it's too late for the house to be smelling like turkey soup, if you ask me. I just fell asleep in the living room listening to Calibro35 and now Bulgarian folk music. I had strange dreams. I should get into bed. I've been staying up too late lately. Today it all landed in my legs and I felt like I couldn't move again. It's weird having such a perfect face. I keep feeling for something but there's nothing to feel. I guess I should get a new hobby.
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