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I finally grew sick and tired of my old fictionsuit, DM or D____ Mass or whatever similar form it's been for the past few years. I think I've been using it since the year 2000 or something.
It's been a good suit, served me well but I've been dying for a change. Hopefully this'll be a nice mourning process wherein I beat my chest and wail about all the happy times I had with DM. That time he brought me slippers in his mouth, without ever being asked (and without ever owning slippers). That time he got a little stinko and started hitting on my girlfriend. Haha! And that time he slipped in front of a moving train and had to be outfitted with cybernetic limbs and a Martian death ray welded to his ass.
So goodbye DM. I'll miss ya lots.
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