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November 07, 2010



I was looking forwards to that time in the future, until I realized that the caffeine will be all gone. Maybe we can trade for it, to the guys who will trade up and down the Great Lakes in their canoes (the locks won't work, so no ships).
After keeping myself fed, I'll grow some poppies, much in demand when oxycontin and all that jazz is impossible to manufacture.

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