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I'm at a fucking funeral and then I'm standing in a room being welcomed to fucking "Babylon" and being told I'm fictional.

Bet it's harder to accept when you think you're real, right? People fucking lie to me all the time, what's one more? This just means I don't have to fucking deal with the popsicles in New Cambridge, Ning, Claire or anyone else. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.

So what now? I go out and fuck everyone to try and repopulate another world that's falling apart? Fuck no. I just left a place like that. I'm not going to go get my jollies out with some other idiot just because some fucking government wants me to help rebuild their world.

And what's the deal with us keeping journals? Do I look like some apple-cheeked little princess? Only little bitches keep diaries.

Fuck repopulation, fuck diaries. I'm finding a bar and getting shit-faced.

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