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me at work. with co-workers.
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my eyes were rolling when we first met but now they are preparing for attack.
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still-life.
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because i will never write a novel at the rate of 4 pages per year
a good artist is never appreciated in his or her lifetime.
a great artist is never appreciated by anyone, ever.
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i don’t think i even need song lyrics for this one.
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Listen.
No, I got nothing.
