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Things fall apart
Alright alright alright. I cannot chop ice anymore. I can't even shovel ice, carefully pushing with my left arm and barely using the right. Twinge twinge twinge, shoulder and wrist, for the next who knows how long and no, you may not play online solitaire, don't even ask.
Othello's occupation's gone.
Othello's occupation's gone.

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