I wish Debbie was here to pet me.
I do not feel well...this place is started to breathe deep in anger.It does not want me o go.It will make one last stand and try to kill me and keep me here with it.
It tired it once before..and it is trying it now.
The same machine that feeds you is the same machine that eats you.
I wish Debbie would be that machine.
Instead of this behemoth.
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