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      <title>Two for Two Today</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I have been hemming and hawing on typing out any kind of post for the past couple months. Agonizing over the simplest little detail like, &amp;ldquo;do I actually need to write about anything going on in my life currently?&amp;rdquo; or&amp;hellip; &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s the point?&amp;rdquo; Now that one, that gets me like none other. What&amp;rsquo;s the fucking bloody point? These days, if I am not working my work, jerking my cock, or downloading an endless array of media I most certainly will never get around to consuming, then anything else in the realm of possibility of doing just seems.. pointless. And that, honestly, has really gotta fucking stop being my default.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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