Tear-Stained Makeup pg.63

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Not much to say today. The storms kept me awake and made me late for the work. Of course, I have nothing to do. My apartment smells like defrosted refrigerator. I finally had to do it because my freezer could only hold one hamburger. I'm sure it'll smell even worse when I get home. Hot, damp, fridge funk. And my netflix got all screwed up! I will finish you one day, Deadwood Season 3! OK. I'm off to Cosmic Comics for my Casanova 8 and sushi.