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Behold the Acorn
Follow the life of the Acorn of Doom, or just some ramblings of me, your every day delusional lazy bum.
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There is nothing that can please me in Life... but in Death all becomes clear...
I miss the sun. I miss the sand. I miss having a life. Man, I'm pale; I need to get my tan back. But there is no way that I'm going outside like this.
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