| This is the end.
Best wishes.
Ben.
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| I can already feel my life getting better here.
I've already made friends with this girl:
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| Dear Bobby,
The next time I see you, we are going to have a
shitfest. And by shitfest, I mean, I'm going to shit-talk your ear off.
Not about you, but about some pending circumstances and perhaps a
dollop of gossip involving your's truly.
Disgruntled, pissed, and ready to give you the scoop,
Benjamin.
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| In 12 days I'm going to London. It's about time.
This blog is ending soon....
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