Do you want to remember me?
January 16, 2012. Klakzkrig. Exhausted, I was sprawling face-down in bed, feeling like I’d been dragged through a combine harvester and then forced to plow the rest of the field by hand. The day had been an absolute piece of shit: I’d been slaving away since dawn, completely wiped out, […]
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