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After hours of being sick, I laid in a bed that reeked of my own death. Good lord, I just wanted to feel human again, and begged my body to allow me to do so. Unfortunately, the brain and the body are about as deviously connected as church and state, never doing what the other side wants, yet at the same time coexsisting in a borderline disgusting fashion. I rolled over into a different position, in hopes that perhaps my strange achings would cease, but it was to no avail. I knew I had to do something soon, laying around at 5:30 in the goddamned morning, trying to not feel like every breath was like a stab in my si
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Master Skywalker! There's too many of them! What should we do?
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Keep your meat cool!
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