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So much fog!
Cars race out of it towards me like emerging spectres. The sun is a ruddy disk, easy to look at through the greyness, tendrils of visible mist scudding in front of it, lit by its pale gold light. Cows chew grass in a field, shapeless masses a hundred metres distant. I consider another day at school.
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* CakeGuevara has quit IRC (They keep saying the right person will come along; I think a truck hit mine.)
*morg has never heard of GD
<@morg> sounds like an std to me
<.KraKto5is8> "you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose"
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