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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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Ya know, Mikey, I was standing one day pumping gas in the -10* driving wind and I said to my buddy, "I finally figured it out."
He just looked at me. I said "I'm genetically predisposed to misery. My ancestors have been too stupid to walk south for hundreds of generations. Who am I to argue with destiny?" He just looked at me. At that moment, I realized that he had no idea what I was talking about because the snow retardation runs very, very deep. I had somehow been able to transcend the grip for just a moment, and vowed to make a change. So I moved from PA to Ohio.
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