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Dear self,
You will get all of fuck-all done if you don't sack up, put off the mindless happy times, and do what you're obliged to do. With effort. Get crackin'.
Love and vodka,
me.
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the rest will fall in line.
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Dear You,
If this were on twitter, I would retweet it.
*like*
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