anonymous
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anonymous
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I can see it now. 18 holes of radioactive wasteland. Imagine "night golfing" where the balls give off a glow that can enhance an exotic experience that can only come from a one horse town like Billerica. A note to you clingers: You are barnacles.You have no confidence or faith in yourself. You know it, we all know it. You don't have enough sack to leave the breast that has sustained you all these years. You know no other life. You would die out here. For that you deserve only our pity not our scorn. I know what that airless, spiritless void in 600 is like.The quiet, almost spooky environment where the inevitable is one Town hall away. Too bad you will never know if you were ever any good or talented in the real world. Knowing most of you, I would say, stay where you are, meet every day in the LDC and have a group hug because the only way to survive there is to pretend you can stand each other.
Sounds eerily similar to bldg 200.