So, you're dead. You find yourself sitting in a white room. You hear the smooth sounds of The Girl from Ipanema on an electric piano filling the room from the speakers overhead. You're very relxed. St. Peter comes in with a clipboard and calls your name. You get up on your feet and follow him through the tall white door on the opposite side of the
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Jesus, I need to go back to metal kindergarten.
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PS I'm in town.
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We gotta get this Delicious junk rolling.
I'm gonna burn you the current songs right now.
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and congrats.
you are good.
glad you're one of my hubbies.
xo
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I have also recently proven thrice that any 6-page paper you should have started a month ago can be completed for a passing grade the night before it's due.
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