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Downstairs neighbor came knocking on my door asking to use my internet.
(Uhhhh, I was using [other neighbor's] Internet, but he didn't pay his bill, so, uh, can I use yours?)
WTF dude? If you want to use my internet you offer to pay half the bill. And I still wouldn't do it. MY broadband, tyvm. Idiot.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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