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What shall I be called when all remains of me is a memory, upon a rock of a deserted isle? —Julia de Burgos, “Poem for my death”
you might be able to dupe the boss, but karma is elegant, and God sees everything.
a lie is a failure of respect.
Like they always tell us, there is no saint without a past, no sinner without a future.
