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talented zombie-like school community account
  11/19/25
Oh, what a file Made it in Microsoft Teams What a document...
chrome cracking therapy
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excitant mint lodge wrinkle
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chrome cracking therapy
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excitant mint lodge wrinkle
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potluck
  02/13/26
When Christmas chimes do ring and hearts rejoice, And stree...
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  11/20/25


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Date: November 19th, 2025 11:20 PM
Author: talented zombie-like school community account



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Date: November 19th, 2025 11:28 PM
Author: chrome cracking therapy

Oh, what a file

Made it in Microsoft Teams

What a document that I’d reread

As I save it, what a file

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Date: November 20th, 2025 7:26 AM
Author: excitant mint lodge wrinkle



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Date: November 20th, 2025 10:25 PM
Author: chrome cracking therapy



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Date: November 21st, 2025 2:14 AM
Author: excitant mint lodge wrinkle



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Date: February 13th, 2026 6:10 PM
Author: potluck



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Date: November 20th, 2025 7:39 AM
Author: Adventurous Irate Indirect Expression Sanctuary

When Christmas chimes do ring and hearts rejoice,

And streets are bright with holly and with cheer,

One soul remains, shut from the merry noise,

A lawyer lone, in silence cold and drear.

The office dark, save one small lamp’s pale gleam,

That gilds the piles of paper on his board;

No friend, no kin, no voice to break the dream

Of clauses, claims, and statutes overlord.

The clock strikes twelve; the world without is gay,

Yet still he turns each folio with care,

While snow falls soft upon the winter’s day,

And none doth mark the sorrow written there.

Alone he sits, till reason almost fail—

O what a file!

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