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holy fukkin shite its cold.... I stepped outside for a ciggarette and my freakin fingers nearly froze off.
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You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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