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10:14 a.m. - 2002-10-28 outside, roy aminof was sitting, i haven't seen him in almost two years, he told me he loved my purple pants and my journal and i asked him for his journal address. it took him hours to find the fucking thing and i started to get frustrated so i went downstairs where a funeral was taking place. i also knew that something black with tentacles wants to kill me but it never showed up. him: do you know that band that everybody hates but secretly loves? me: yes, ausweis.
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