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Re: A wish to Spite You Game!
*poof*
You don't have to work ! As you are not working and presumably have no philanthropic relatives to look after you, you gradually grow accustomed to living under the remnants of a cardboard box as the wind chill factor reduces to to a quivering blob. Not that it stops the rats from gnawing at you 
I wish that I were something I'm not
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No-one knows what it's like, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes...
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