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2001-08-19 - 11:14 p.m. Dearest True Beloved, I hate being pragmatic but I must. This life isn't worth living. Nor is this Earth suitable for me. Work is more stressful than ever with inventory coming up. I had to train two new people today. I sold more stuff but I haven't received any of the stuff I ordered already. I have to go to the post office to check up. I sold my video but I have to mail it tomorrow. I don't have a box yet. Beauty dies, knowledge decays...
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