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Spinning sentinels record my arrival at reality gate #4.
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Can you see the tear path to my wobbly chin?

All that I wanted is wrapped in a neat u-haul shaped package ready to overnight.

This is goodbye to past, present, and future. Glad I didn't have to pay the postage.
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Adam's gone, or he will be in about 6 hours. I don't know that for sure, but I'm going to assume. He never emailed me back. I guess I have to be satisfied with that. I watched celebrity reality all day, didn't even take a shower. Who cares except my bunny slippers? I have no one to answer to cept those guys, and they don't talk much. So, goodbye Adam, it was fun.

Maybe some night when you're home and your wife and kids are asleep, you'll be flipping channels and see a flash of my bright perfect smile. You'll stop and watch as I walk down the runway linked arm in arm with beautiful models who have just shown the world yet another great season of my work. You'll sit there and stare at the image and remember, maybe smile a little smile, and never forget. I'll miss him, yes...I'll miss him.

Onward eh?