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Years ago, there was an accident in a local factory.
A woman slipped on a walkway situated above a vat of chemicals.
She grabbed the railing on her decent and desperately held on for dear life.
Another worker seeing this ran to her aid whilst others raced to get help.
Trying to take her mind of the impending doom they started asking each other questions.
He asked "What was your favourite toy growing up?" She replied "My Doll, what about you?"
"Lego" He said, so she did. Silly ****.
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Nothing lasts, nothing lasts, everything is changing into something else. Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, everything is on track...
You know, William Blake said... uh, nothing is lost. Nothing is lost and I... I really believe that, we only move on...
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