| The Duck Quacks Twice |
[May. 29th, 2009|07:29 am] |
It was a warm, rainy, late May morning. The sun was filtered through a layer of thick white clouds that looked like mashed potatos schmeard across the sky. "Mmmmm potatos..." thought private detective Jay Stickson. Seven thirty A.M. was strange territory for Jay, his theory being that man was not supposed to exsist before eleven at the earliest. Yet here he was, sipping a cup of coffie, the quality of which was that level of questionable that people only accept from gas station coffie, watching the thickening clouds darken the sky in defiance of the rising sun, thinking run-on sentences in his head while he tried to figure out what to do with the rest of the day.
Across town another stranger to being awake before eleven A.M. slid a bullet into a large clip, slid the clip into a rifle, then placed the rifle next to several others on a dingy bed. The room was dark, what little light was filtering through the clouds, then through the dirty sheet tacked over the window, tried to glint off of some of the guns around the room, but ended up just giving the place the dull shine of gunmetal. The man nodded to him self, seemingly satisfied that he was ready to do something. Pulling a sleek looking phone out of his pocket he pressed a button and the phone started dialing.
"Jay Stickson; what can I do for you?" the voice on the phone answered.
"Mr. Stickson this will be the worst day of your life." The gun loading man said casually before simply ending the call. |
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| Update-ification |
[Feb. 16th, 2009|11:24 am] |
Ok so I've been BUSY. Here is the lowdown for any readers taking notice:
I'VE FINALLY GOT AN APPARTMENT!!!!!! With Trivy none-the-less! We got a nice little 2 bedroom, tiny little kitchen, the worlds smallest bathroom, but it's cozy. Trivy and I are ploting on how to get a couch up in here, friends have offered to "give" us a nice sleeper sofa...It weighs 2 tons, needs to be lowered by pully out of a barn then hauled up a set of stairs that it might fit through, but a free couch is hard to turn down.
In Scholastic news I'ne decided to take this semester off. Working fulltime for the rest of Winter/Spring will help Trivy and I get well and truely settled in. This summer I plan on working at the Groton DPW as well so we have plentty of bank in the bank. I'm in the process of getting enrolled at Cortland State for the Fall semester, and getting my TC3 credits transfered. I've become fed-up with the TC3 and refuse to give them anymore money. Being surrounded by self-important teenagers, who are so dammed ignorant it hurts my soul was a given going to college, but having to fight an un-helpfull beuracracy to keep my Finacial Aid while C- students get to drift through because they play a sport or are on Mommy and Daddys dime just pushed me over the edge. I'll miss some of the teachers though. Dr. Flotton got me so hooked on History that I decided to make it my major. Dr. Jacobs, my advisor, was an amazingly helpfull and quite fun to hang-out with. Ah well, hopefully Cortland will be less agraviation and more schooling.
Trviy and I are doing good, if busy. With me working as at Target in the mall and Trivy busting her butt at the Family Dollar we are getting all the goofing/gaming/nookie we can work into the schedual! We are (almost) always up for company so if anyone wants to hang contact Trivy or I!!
That's the happs for me. Drop a line, comment, snarky joke, what have you! |
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| Not a good sign.... |
[Jan. 2nd, 2009|02:11 pm] |
January 2, 2009. Headcold from hell decends uppon the Monkeysama.....
my head hurty..No me gusta nada. Drugs are the answer to this problem.....
Oh yeah 2008 was a mixed bag: Grumbles to the crappy stuff, Cheers to the good.
Where are my drugs?? |
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| OHHHH SNAP!!!!! |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|09:30 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Basement | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hail to the Chief-Bloodletter remix | ] |
OH SHIT FOOLS!!!!! While all you white folks was busy bringing sexy back, a black man done jacked the presidency!!!!!!!!!!! All you crackers, rednecks, hillbillies, and fools better watch yo selves now!!! We gonna burn this fucker down!!!!!! BLACK RAGE! We will over come bitches!!!!!!!!- The Rev. Umbutu O'Mally uppon hearing of Obama's win.
Well crap, I suppose I'll just have to buy a whole new set of black politicians now. Damm it all! I just had those old white boys payed off....- Alexander Beverhausen
Is it over? *crawls out frrom basement, blinking in the light* Oh thank the Gods maybe now I can get some non-political-add-filled TV. *shuffels over to the coffie pot*- Jeremy Sincerbeaux
On a "not being silly" note: Thank You to everyone who got out and voted (no matter who you voted for)I'd hand out cookies but I eated them all.......And if you didn't vote you get a prize too: You've won 4 years of keeping your mouth shut. No bitching, no complaining, no whineing, NOTHING. congraulations.
"He may not be the right canidate, he may not be the smartest canidate, hell I'm not even sure if the bastards running, but he's got spunk, and a double shovel full of true american grit, and that good enough for me dammit...." Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail |
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| My Sanity Hangs in the Balence |
[Oct. 28th, 2008|10:15 pm] |
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And I need your help peoples!!!!!!! Does anyone listen to the band The Arcade Fire? If one of you does can you explain the song titled Neighborhood #1(Tunnels)???? The gorram song is stuck in my head, and even after reading the lyrics over-and-over I still can't make heads or tails of the damm song!!!!!!!! Explination needed!!! HELP!!!! I'm going kookoo.... |
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| You say you want a revolution? |
[Oct. 21st, 2008|04:32 pm] |
*John Lennon spins in his grave*
To reply to my orange vegitable friend I get to quote my love Trivy "apathy seems to be contagious, that everyone wants everything for them, but they don't want to do something for it"
The only way to start a revolution is extreem measures. We're talking about taking down an orginisation with millions of employies, the largest and most modern military force ever seen in the history of the human race, and an entrenched leadership that will (and has) done everything in it's power to ensure that the system will never be changed. And a population of "citizens" who have had "rights" and "freedoms" spoon feed to them for so long that they hardly have the capability to see reality anymore (unless it's on TV..)
3 options
1. Operation Overboard: Bloody armed rebellion. Get enough like minded folk together, arm 'em to the teeth and let her rip! (of course you had better pick you targets well 'cause as soon as the U.S. Military get's involved it's gonna get messy)
2. The Iluminati Trick: Get a group of like minded folk together, formulate a definite change in the system you want to achieve, then infiltrate the key offices and positions nessary to enact desired change. Sigh when Daley Lamma is eventually proven right.....(Iluminati trillogy joke there...)
3. "Screw you guys: I'm going home." Get enough money to purchase an island/large tract of land/oil rig platform/ect.., secure some form of international income, declare independence from U.S. and form new (non-broken) government. (I recomend some kind of Autocracy, yes it's unfair, and strongly biased twords furthering the goals of the "eleet" But guess what YOU get to chose who that is!!!)
and of course the final option: Obtain citizenship in a more...let's say enlightened country *CoughCanadacough* and leave all this crazyness behind....untill the U.S. economy totaly collapses destroying the other world markets allong the way leading to complete social collapse Mad Max style....
I gotta go get some hockey pads......and a tanker of gas.......yeah..... |
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| Old School American Thinking....... |
[Oct. 21st, 2008|02:00 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Monkeys Lair | ] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The sound of one synapse firing in a crowded room... | ] |
"Jobs are part of the answer. They bring the income which permits a man to provide for his family.
Decent homes in decent surroundings and a chance to learn--an equal chance to learn--are part of the answer.
Welfare and social programs better designed to hold families together are part of the answer.
Care for the sick is part of the answer.
An understanding heart by all Americans is another big part of the answer."
Linden B. Johnson
"Let us have peace."
Ulysses S. Grant
"...nations have no command over their governments, & in fact no influence over them, except of a fleeting & rather ineffectual sort."
Mark Twain
"Government exists to protect us from each other. Where government has gone beyond its limits is in deciding to protect us from ourselves."
Ronald Reagan
"History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of aggression is cheap."
Ronald Reagan
"Inflation is as violent as a mugger, as frightening as an armed robber and as deadly as a hit man."
Reagan!
Just some quotes that have stuck me as... Let's say interesting lately....
What do you think?
What do you think about the sources???
THINK.
P.S. I have only one thing to say about the upcoming election: Vote. If you do not exercise your "right" to participate in the election of the leadership of this country, then obviously you don't care about it. If you don't care than you sure as fuck had better keep your mouth shut about it after the election. I've already heard SEVERAL GROUPS of legal voting age people saying "I'm not going to vote because blah blah blah" These same people then go on to bitch about how unfairly the government treats them. THAT IS WHAT YOU GET. I'm pissed off about this kind of thinking and I swear to any/every/the/allthe Gods/God that I'm gonna punch every single person that admits to not voting in my presence. At the least try to make a fucking difference! Is that to much to ask???? TRY. PARTICIPATE.
You want a reason to vote? Here you go, a direct and personal reason to get to that fucking booth: I, Jeremy J. Sincerbeaux sacrificed blood,sweat,tears(and uncountable amounts of swearing) to the U.S.Navy so you could have the "right" and "freedom" to vote for what ever prom queen you think has the best campaign adds. I worked my ass-off; you just have to pull a lever once every 4 years.......
November 4th do everything in your power to get to a polling place and vote. The system is fucked, but god dammit, every single god-dammed one of you has a say in it so ultimately whose to blame if it stays this way??????
VOTE OR I'LL POP YOU IN THE MOUTH!
*this message was paid for by the ex-military-29-year-old-college-students-disgusted-by-the-ignorance-they-are-surrounded-by-every-day-foundation*
*and by the letter G* |
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| G.W. Bush on the economy.... |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|09:04 pm] |
Initial reaction: FUCK THE WHAT? Why is the president giving a special address? Is it Freak-out panic time?
minutes in: The problem is raw blatent stupidity that snowballed into a potential depression? great.....
Sweet Christ he said Panic on live fucking TV? What the hell is wrong with him???
Is a massive tax debit really going to help?
So the government is going to create, then take over the bad morgatge(sp?) biz?
Wrap up: Ummmm I do not feel confident after that speech. I think we're in for some amazingly rough times folks. Batten down the hatches, and dig in hard.......
Take care. |
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| For you my love! |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|04:23 am] |
I dream of you every night. That might sound like some silly-ass romanticism but it's true! Sometimes it's not a good thing, I have nightmares about you leaving me, or hurting me in amazingly fucked up ways. Sometimes I dream about us just being together doing mundane things, shopping or sitting around. Hell I'll confess: sometimes I have bizzar-ass dreams about you and me and god-only-knows-who being kinky and fooling around! (side note if Gillian Anderson, Sarah Geller, Rachel Ray, and David Bowie are all up for fooling around with me and My Love at the same time: lemme know......)
To put it bluntly: I think about you all the time, I dream about you; I love you. I can't wait untill we are living together cause not is driving me BONKERS!!!! (I mean common Rachel Ray??? WTeFF???) |
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| I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|01:30 am] |
I love you, I want to live with you, I want to have pets with you, I want to marry you, I want to have a home with you, I want a future with you, I want to grow old with you, I want YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That life/fate/the Gods won't let this happen without a struggle drives me insane! |
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| My Love (a rant) |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|02:04 am] |
I think about her all the fracking time. It's distracting!!! I'll be: mowing lawn, drinking, hanging out with people, cleaning, doing laundry, playing games, and I'll think; "I wish She was here." I'm enjoying some time to my-self, surfin' the internet and I'll think; "She would like this!" Damned near every thought I have is connected/linked/tied-into Her!!!! This Woman is so firmly inlodged in my head that she's in my dreams! the Nightmares, the Fantasies, the Naughty ones! For frack-ing-out-loud I can't do/think/feel anything without my mind going immediatly to "What would she think?"
I'm done. I'm smitten (and yeah I always thought that term was lame), I am overwhelmed. She is something I could have never anticipated: She is Love. Not some stupid, insepid, vacent acceptence, but understanding, accepting, giving-and-taking, needing-and-giving, Real. I'm scared shitless buy this Woman...
She let's me rant-and-rave about the things that set me off, Hell she rants-and-raves with me! We Talk. Sometimes about deep, meaningfull stuff, sometimes about our favorite comic books, but it's all comunicating and we don't hold back. I don't hold anything back form Her. She sees Me: the broken, scattered, work-in-progress, mental wreck that I am, and somehow She Loves me.....
Whole Heartedly, Unquestioningly, With Every Fiber Of-Her-Oh-So-Cute/Sexy-Body Loves me....
She needs me like I need Her, We fit together. I actually feel incompleate without Her!!!
So long (and honsetly long overdue) story short: I am in Love! I haven't met the woman of my dreams, I've met a Woman so far beyond them that I feel un-worthy! I have to become a better man simply because this amazing Woman deserves SO MUCH better than what I am. |
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| my stats |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|02:08 am] |
I don't have the mental stats to deal with the amount of stress I'm dealing with so I'm putting it out on public address just to share the misery. Stop reading if you don't care about people losing their grip.
Here is the build up: I've spent the last 4 years of my life in living in my fathers basement, trying like hell to get my footing and make a life for my self. The last two and a half years I've spent struggling with an insanely, un-nessarly complcated finacial aid program at TC3, desperatly trying to improve my lot in life. I've worked all summer log at a fairly well paying yet physicaly demanding job to earn enough money to get a car and a home for me and my beloved girlfriend. I've tried to be a generous and good friend to all of my friends. I've tried. I've spent the last two fucking years of my life just trying to be something resembling a person working his way out of the rut that is no-where-central-NY-deadend-nowhere. I FUCKING TRIED.
4 years later:
I've got no car, no appartment(I'm still in my dad's basement), My finacial aid is up in fucking smoke, my family (aside from dad letting me live in his basement) has no support or even care for me or my situation, I have nothing to show for working my ass off this summer at all, and to top the whole thing off I can;t even come up with a good way to celebrate my girlfrinds+bestfriend+bestfriends wifes+my dads fucking birthdays witch all need to be celebrated this week.
So here I am. Days away from being a college drop out, with 4 birthdays that I need to celebrate and no idea how to, no car, a huge college loan that will kill my credit rating for the rest of my life, no home of my own, no way of making my plans for the future happen, oh and did I mention that I'm bi-polar and in a MASSIVE downswing?????
WHAT THE FUCK???? What am I supposed to do???? I can't keep putting the happy face on. It's fucking killing me to keep all this built up shit to my self, but no one else can do anything about it so what is the fucking point of try to share it????
I'm walking the razors edge between a fucking breakdown, and a psychotic snap, but I can't let either happen because too many people need me to be "stable" for them. ARGHHHHH!!!!! I wan't to Hulk out and destroy a small city, I want to climb a fucking bell tower and play sniper. I want to RAGE, but I can't. I can't freek out, as bad as I want to, because to many people need me to be there for them. |
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| Birthday |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|03:54 pm] |
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It's my Birthday, I have worked 37.5 hours this week, and I still have to work tomarrow morning. I am tired! That is all. |
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| The 5th of July |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|04:23 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
I started my day by helping my Dad move some gigantic telephone pole chunks (10 ft long) all over our propertey. He's building a fence line with them..... It's kinda complicated and hard to pull off....Then I spent the afternoon/evening goofing and gameing with B-Jammin and The Crys. B ran us through a 1-Shot(?)where we played our selves. We had some interesting ups and downs, but in the end I decided that the main "protagatonist" needed to be kicked in the nuts. (ohh you gonna get it Ben......) During game I got a call from Trivi (My Beloved), unforutinatly she called right in the middle of a discripitave part, and I was trying to focus on the game so I hit the ignore button on my cell phone.
A few seconds later I got the silly "Hey you missed a call" chime from my phone. Then a few seconds later I got the slightly more insistant "Hey you've got a message" chime from my phone. I checked the message and saw that it was Trivi texting me to see if I had gotten kiddnaped. Well the B-Jammin does like to randomly grab me off for wild adventures, so I texted Trivi back that we were playing a quick one shot. Not really giving it much more thought I goofed well into the night.
When I was deposited back home @ 3:30 am. I was in a insominaic moode so I cranked up the ole' compy and logged onto the Interwebs for to be goofing when I saw that My Love had left me a series of messages that seemed awefully lonely. Now bare in mind my (?) dear readers I Don't Call People After 10 PM. It's an issue I have. A phone ringing after 10 is dire/horrible/emergency news. A phone ringing in the middle of the night is just a bad way to wake up! But when I read the messages my BestGirl had left I just had to call her even at 3 effing 30 in the morning because this is what I read:
Trivania Costantini: sorry if I was bugging you earlier hun, I just wanted to make sure you wasn't dead.....and I miss you......and I'm having an emo day
Trivania Costantini: and getting to talk to you for like 2 minutes earlier just wasn't enough
Trivania Costantini: anyways I just wanted to say I love you and see what you were up to, I didn't mean to interupt stuff and bug you (can you tell it's bugging me that I did, and that it was probably irritating?....this is probably irritating too, I should stop I don't know what is wrong with me tonight I'm like ready to cry) I hope you had fun and I really really hope I get to talk to you tomorrow!!
So when I got home and read this I called her up: and my quick little "yeah I was just playing a silly game" conversation ended up being almost 30-to-40 minutes of us not being able to hang up because although she needed to get some sleep for work tomarrow we both relish any time we get to spend together live/over the phone/online. I always get this amazingly silly grin on my face when I talk to her/about her/think about her..... It just drives home that she is the one........
LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS SUCK ASSS!!!!!! EXTRA-SUPER-MEGA-SUPER-SUCKLY-SO, when you really love the one you don't get to be with so much; you feel guilty about missing even one phone call from them!!!!!!!!!! Stupid Lotto; Why won't you let me win you?????? It would make things much easyer! |
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| BOOOM freedom |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|12:48 pm] |
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| |  jubilant | ] |
Yaaaaay! It's: Go Blow Something Up or Watch Something Blow Up Weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!! I loves me some blowing things up, I loves it good!!!!! What's the best/worst home fireworks story ya got? I rmemeber a 4th of July a few years back where we were actually playing war with roman candles and bottle rockets!!! No one lost an eye or a hand thankfully, but one person did get a bottle rocket to the ass hehehehehehe....... |
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| Stuff floating around in my brain |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|12:34 pm] |
The two ships were almost exact opposites. The Imperial frigate looming ,its ancient mystic-mechanial devices constantly adjusting a turret here, fireing a station keeping thruster there. An immage of Mans ability to achive anything through the brute force technology. Across a span of almost total emptyness an immage of grace and beauty seemed to shimmer and glow where the frigate crouched. Vines and leaf like structures covered it's arrowhead shaped form, almost compleatly obscuring the smooth white metal below. At it's prow five of the largest vines jutted forth to weave together into an intricate bowl shape. On the rear a huge purple and red flower seemed to gently pulse with energy. All along the hull the leaf structures seemed to flutter as if some cool breeze had found it's way into the void of space.
The flowering ship slid up and over the frigate, skillfully twisting to avoid clipping the ancient command tower. Surging past the vessle, an intense light started to build in the bowl like gathering at it's prow. A beam of greenish-yellow light shot ahead of the plant ship, seeming to tear a hole in the fabric of the void. The plant ship accelerated into the vortex of this hole dissapearing as it touch the surface. The tear dissapated into a small cloud of gas moments after the ship was through, well before the frigate had even finished comming about.
In the ancient command tower the heavily scrubed and recycled air smelled of ozone and chared flesh, the unmistakeable aroma of death by energy weapon. Standing over the remains a tall, thin man holstered a pistol and slowly scaned the width of the large room. Nineteen sets of eyes stared back at him. "Incompitence is treason, treason is a death sentence." he calmly announced. "By His will and with His grace." the other crew members intoned as they turned back to their moniters. "Navigation, plot intercept course and excicute. We will track those heritics accross the 5 galixies and beyond if nessary!" the tall man exclaimed, a deadly glint in his eyes. And I will personally take that bastards life with my bare hands he thought to him self. "Course set and engaged." a voice call out across the bridge. The ancient engines roared to life, pushing the frigate steadly faster and faster untill it seemed to blur out of sight. |
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| Writer's Block: The sound of inspiration |
[May. 16th, 2008|12:44 pm] |
Trying to get more writing done with this writers block thing
Sooooo What music inspires me? Hard question to answer because it entirely depends on my mood and the circumstances. Sometimes a song that usually fires me up, will just be background noise because I'm not in the mood for it. In general anything fast and aggressive will get me going (Rob Zombie, Metalica) and Stone Temple Pilots is always good to get me singing.... |
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| Why? |
[May. 7th, 2008|12:32 am] |
I'm trying to survive the last few days of the school semester in an interesting mix of impotent rage at the asshole room-mates who havent allowed me to get more than 3-4 hours of sleep a night for the last 3 weeks, and increasingly facinating depths of sleep deprivation crazyness. I'll be dammed if I ever live in one of these wretched fucking dorms ever again. These assholes are just really lucky that I'm so certain that the cops would eventually bust me for their graphicaly horrible deaths that I won't do it. Fairly certain......mostly......where did I put that bandsaw......
Anyways looking forward to summer, anyone else? |
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| R.I.P. Mr. Gygax |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|04:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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Gary Gygax, creator of Dungeons & Dragons, passed away this week. So like almost every other D&D geek on the net I mourn his passing with fond rememberances of the game I love so much.
Unlike most I stumbled into the D&D all on my own. A DarkSun campaign box on display in the local Waldens book store captured my eye, and then my imagination as I read the back of the box. That $30 box soon blossomed into a gameing book addiction that I struggle with to this day!!!!
Although I never had the privlage of actually meeting Gary Gygax, the tremendous impact his game has had on my life makes it feel as though a friend died. D&D (and role-playing in general) has always my greatest creative outlet. As a long time DM, Mr. Gygax's rules helped me unleash entire worlds from my imagination! Games of D&D always rank in my memories as some of the best times. In a world of chaos, violence, and (ugh) American Idol, D&D has always been my escape, my de-stressor. By day I'm a mild manored (ha) college student, but every other Friday I am an entire world of people for my PC's....all thanks to Gary Gygax.
I wanted to end with something witty, or clever but all I have is this:
"Thanks for the games."
out. |
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