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I gather that Mt. Airy lodge has slowly degenerated into a series of decrepit 70's deco-art rooms with hot tubs that have become discolored and encrusted by years of seminal and vaginal fluids, and its beautiful woodland trails have become a haven for the devil worshiping teenage Nazi youth of Generation Y to inseminate the uteri of GHB-laden 16 year old vixens in tight sweat pants with their pubescent semi rigid hard-ons, while they drink strange conconctions of 99 Bananas and winshield wipe
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I sat in my usual spot in the living room, the right side of the blue couch, leaning on the armrest I always do when I read my magazines or the Staten Island Advance. Occasionaly, I reach for my English muffin, take a bite from its buttered nooks and crannies, and then have a sip from my blue coffee mug. In my apartment, now, I had four dishes, four forks, four knives, and five spoons, one specific spoon for stirring the coffee or tea or hot chocoloate in my one blue mug.