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Yeah well, what happens in my bedroom, stays in my bedroom.
The person below me masturbates furiously to the thought of a Golden Girls Marathon.
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You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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