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Monday 28 July 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Back pain = less fun than getting your tit caught in the wringer washer.
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At first I tried to play poker with every god from every religion. To negotiate with them. I walked to the edges of this dimension to ask, what do I have to do for which of you in order to keep a baby? I waited to see if any of them would show up to talk to me. The Islamic god? The Christian god? Any god would have done: just give me the child! But no, they were all busy playing golf.
• the unreliable narrator •
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