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Originally Posted by Rasta
How about this one ...
I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
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Well, Mister Anderson, that sounds like the Matrix to me.
