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God, I'm bored. I wish I could hang out with my old Bestie, Becca. We used to do all kinds of things together. This one time, though she pissed me off SO bad, we were totally talking about the nature of the soul, and anyway she had the gall to assert a non-relational treatise de-linking Cartesian rationalism from Aristotelianism tradition, which everyone knows is hopeless naive, not to mention flat-out wrong, and I just got so mad, I got SO F***ING MAD, the stupid cow, and anyway, it turns out entirely by coincidence she picked later that exact day to run away from home and was never ever ever heard from again.
I wish I could vote every single one of you hopeless clods to not get any money. Except for Daddy.