Every once in a while I lose my natural optimism and my o'erweening love of mankind. There are moments, in fact, when my darker side emerges, when my deeply suppressed anger seeps out.
For instance, just now I had this idea that just after I start my next job, I reveal that I have typing Tourettes. In other words, I type fuck you like fuck you this fuck you fuck you fuck you I'm sorry fuck you, I can't fuck you help fuck you it fuck you.
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