There is vomit in my head and it will go on for endless years until I finally crack the hatchet and bear my skull against some poor neighbors wall. I am mean, angry, and sober beyond my lifetime and have not been able to dream good for a nice plenty of weeks. My plan is to shack the man thought to keep me sane, and over a nice dinner of steak and
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it's diana do you remember me?
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