I'm nearly out of socks, t-shirts, soap, shampoo, my last pencil broke, I am also broke, the light at the end of this filthy tunnel is I get to come home on Friday. Hamburgers may very well be my undoing. I've been known to do upwards of sixty pushups with only minor wails of anguish throughout. When your smokes are stolen from you and you
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