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there is a guy in Toronto, on the corner of Bay and Bloor, who just sticks a hand outside of his sleeping bag. No head. No sign. Just a hand.
I'm severely mentally ill. I grew up in a questionable household. I hate working.
I don't give change.
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EX: Whats new?
ME: I officially love coffee more then you now.
EX: uh...
ME: So, not much.
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