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Little men and fuzzy heads. Cheers.

Every time it's just worse. Worse than the time before and the time before that. And before that. And every time my head goes terribly funny and I can't breathe. Like 30 small men is sitting on my chest. And don't realize how heavy they are. They are too heavy for me. 




 



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