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low-t dysfunction base
  11/19/25
Oh, what a file Made it in Microsoft Teams What a document...
puce hell deer antler
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Onyx rigpig cuck
  11/20/25
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puce hell deer antler
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Onyx rigpig cuck
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potluck
  02/13/26
When Christmas chimes do ring and hearts rejoice, And stree...
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  11/20/25


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Date: November 19th, 2025 11:20 PM
Author: low-t dysfunction base



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Date: November 19th, 2025 11:28 PM
Author: puce hell deer antler

Oh, what a file

Made it in Microsoft Teams

What a document that I’d reread

As I save it, what a file

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Date: November 20th, 2025 7:26 AM
Author: Onyx rigpig cuck



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Date: November 20th, 2025 10:25 PM
Author: puce hell deer antler



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Date: November 21st, 2025 2:14 AM
Author: Onyx rigpig cuck



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Date: February 13th, 2026 6:10 PM
Author: potluck



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Date: November 20th, 2025 7:39 AM
Author: alcoholic library kitty cat

When Christmas chimes do ring and hearts rejoice,

And streets are bright with holly and with cheer,

One soul remains, shut from the merry noise,

A lawyer lone, in silence cold and drear.

The office dark, save one small lamp’s pale gleam,

That gilds the piles of paper on his board;

No friend, no kin, no voice to break the dream

Of clauses, claims, and statutes overlord.

The clock strikes twelve; the world without is gay,

Yet still he turns each folio with care,

While snow falls soft upon the winter’s day,

And none doth mark the sorrow written there.

Alone he sits, till reason almost fail—

O what a file!

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