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I don't do Facebook often. Maybe once a week.
The one that kills me is a woman, a friend, about my age, who's entire life is so fucking empty she's filled it up with two little dogs. Looking at her Facebook, I can tell exactly what the dogs did each day. For instance, I can tell you that she took one of the dogs to the vet for her shots, and then both dogs went to the park. She also bought new matching sweaters for the dogs. Jesus fucking christ get a life.
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