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Dear Diary the Shopping Line Bread Milk and the Needle

Have to get some bread and milk, always needing more, Then to seek my dealer needle him to give a score. Kids are always wailing, never any peace. Like a wailing wall they never seem to cease! Damp is smelling so much worse, should withdraw the rent.. But where else could i go, since that bastard went. Can never pay a bill the Post is full of dread. They"re going to slice me off! I never have the bread. All we wear is cotton what the hell is silk! There is only so much Benefits that i can really milk.. I have to meet my Dealer, see what i can wheedle. I need so ****ing much... Bread milk and a needle.

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Date: 9/17/2020 1:02:00 PM
Excellent write. Sad situation.
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Date: 1/27/2016 3:55:00 PM
NED, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT -
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Date: 3/6/2014 6:12:00 AM
Having been possessed by the demon of addiction myself, I identify well with this hard hitting piece Ned. You nailed it here - Tim
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Date: 9/25/2013 4:14:00 PM
Since that bastard went...Tough times ahead... Conjured cleverly.
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