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Good God. I went out at lunch and bought a Self-Pity Special (latte w/a shot of syrup). I haven't done that in 10 years.
If I die, I want y'all to fight out in the backyard for my stuff.
If I die, I want y'all to fight out in the backyard for my stuff.
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Jesus, Ann, don't die! The battle over your stuff would be a fannish version of the Stones' concert at Altamont (well, minus the Hell's Angel's and the drugs).