This place, so strange and unreal...the air is
constantly moving and shifting and the light is far too bright. The
people are staring; I don't belong here. I want to go back. Leave this
place and never return. I am forced to come here, to endure this day
after day. And yet it is always unfamiliar. Always foreign. Always hell.
- from Anastasia's
Tales of Going Outside
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This is ok. But discriminating fans of this blog know that the best part of this blog is the cereal commercials. More of those, please. Thank you.
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