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Oh mercy me. The same is true this year as last. I'm never satisfied. What a revelation. Oh I have a joke for ya. What do you call a revelation that happens the same every year?
Anyway, I'm jumping rope. I'm strength training. And still, I've a long way to go til I get to Feliz Avenue. How cursed is man? To be so close to finding a cure for disease and yet unable to delay the call of death.
Morbid Medusa, your cunning tongue I silence with the raw nature of innocence.
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