Man.They're all dead.
Vonnegut died. And Orwell. JFK. Hannibal. Gandhi. And Cleopatra. Christopher Reeves. My grandfather. My other grandfather. Your great grandmother. Probably.
Mick Jagger. Not yet. But Che's dead. So is Dangerfield.
I ate a burrito yesterday. Homemade. It's a great recipe, you should try it. I'm going to sleep early tonight. I'm on page 150. Hmm, or 152.
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