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You can tell I am a true USAan because I have multiple stories about being both directly and tangentially involved in horrible tragedies
I hate that 9/11 is the big
never forgetmoment, when my life has been a never-ending stream of calamitieshope you are taking care of yourself comrade, it sounds like you’ve been exposed to a lot of psychic radiation
Not to worry, I see a therapist once a month
I just tend to get morose during these cold winter months