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Irish Potato farmer

I worked 11 hours straight today. Selling out to the man. How tragic it is. I’ve been perpetually tired for the past few weeks. Never enough sleep. Never enough time to do the things I want. If only I had a time machine. Then I’d go back to the seventeenth century and become an Irish potato farmer. Those were the days.

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