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It's almost like I'm an Avatar... or somethin'...
I haven't changed my clothes in a few weeks, and I'm getting tired of holding this gun up in front of my face... Now that I think about it... how did I get in these clothes anyway... I mean I haven't moved out of this position in what seems like forever... plus I've lost feeling in my foot due to this random corgi that seems to have been standing on it for about a year now and I'm begining to wonder if it's grafted to my boot... OMrG! now that I think about it suddenly seems like maybe my whole life was a lie... almost as if I were created for the sole purpose of being dressed in odd clothing and set up with random props and made to strike and hold poses for some otherworldly beings amusement...
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