So what you're saying is wrong.
But, it's not really is it?
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I wonder what it means to be you? To wake up each day in a hovel, trying furiously to come up with something in that feeble brain of yours so you don't have to think about how much your work sucks, your co workers hate you, and your landlady steals from you - and all your can come up with is how shitty tea is more complicated than a well known cola drink with a secret recipe containing a centuries worth of ingredient tweaks. God, it must be murder being a stupid person trying to escape the mundane.