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      <description>It just isn't fair.&amp;nbsp; I put up with him, lived in a crappy fucking cabin in the middle of nowhere, cleaned up after him, told his big, dumb ass that he wasn't a big dumb ass and when it is all sai...</description>
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      <title>free at last, free at last</title>
      <description>I just spent the last four days in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; Like staying, or should I say paying for, the Hilton.&amp;nbsp; With less care, worse(and in my case NO) food, and the mattress from hell.&amp;nbsp; I am...</description>
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      <title>what the fuck to do</title>
      <description>I am the oldest of three girls.&amp;nbsp; We were raised by an amazing little woman, who when left by her fairly unamazing husband, pulled up her boot straps and went to work.&amp;nbsp; Literally and figurati...</description>
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