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I said... make me a drink... anything... there's some cold coffee.. maybe put some khalua in it?

I got a thing that TASTED like a white russian... but on no food, massive stress, and major amounts of fucking BURNT OUT ON WORK BULLSHIT I NEED TO HIT THINGS AND SCREAM AND THEN CRY BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING AND I NEED A BREAK OR I'M GOING TO START HAVING FUCKING PANIC ATTACKS AND I WILL NOT DO THAT ABOUT SOMETHING AS ASSINIE AS MOTHER FUCKING WORK... I'm already pretty buzzed.

So... I should go ask Karl to make me another... just like that one... while I stand outside, sway lightly in the humid breeze and smoke.

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