Reaper
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You think your dead-end retail job is bad? You think the worst job ever could be found under the Golden Arches? You think your boss is a jerk? Try me. I'm a grim reaper, one of billions. It's still not enough, so we're all overworked--and I'm new. So, like any newbie, I get the jobs nobody else wants. Like cleaning up after the really crazy people. Like finding sunken submarines. Like going through the children's ward at a hospital. Make no mistake. Your job is heaven compared to mine. Made mature for language and mentions of death, violence, murder, and suicide.
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OK so this is going to be my attempt at an online diary. I will warn you though, there will be crude language, mindless rants, stupid things, and random things written throughout this. With bad grammar and spelling sometimes. Also, my life is very boring, and Im a very boring person. You have been warned.

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