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ashadowcast: would you slit your wrists so i could get out of work?
Clarus: i would get out of work too, wouldn't i
ashadowcast: didn't even think of that
ashadowcast: how selfish of me
ashadowcast: you do it yet?
Clarus: SOLD!
ashadowcast: how much blood is there? do i have to use a sick day?
Clarus: at least 2
ashadowcast: oh man, you did a good job
ashadowcast: you did it the wrong way, right? so they'll be able to sew it up, and we can go bowling?
Clarus: :: pass out ::
ashadowcast: shit
ashadowcast: *nudge*
ashadowcast: nothing?
ashadowcast: ok, i'll be right there
Clarus: yea that was a funny joke
Clarus: remember the time you told me to slit my wrists
Clarus: and i killed myself
ashadowcast: that's good comedy

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