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Ring-ring...
Ring-ring...
"No I don't know what that is..."
Ring-ring...
Ring-rin-
"Hello."
"Vlad this is-"
"You've reacehd Vlad Rosokosovsky, please leave your name, number-"
Sam hung up.
"Sheissa! That is so... Grrrrrrr." Sam said, holding back a torrent of swear words.
"Ok, lets get out of here." Sam stood up, staggered a little, and went to the driver side, getting in and starting the jeep back up.
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Deep thought #1: In the end, everyone dies. No one can outrun time, death itself is always breathing down your neck, just waiting to slip the noose over you. But, in your time of death, what matters is not when or how or even why. What matters is what you do with it. Do you sit down and call it quits, or do you get up, stare your killer and death itself in the face, and laugh copiously, right until the end.
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