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Fordítási probléma jelentése
Alas, I can no longer lie to myself about my future. I now accept that it is bleak. The same company that has returned the McRib 841 limited times in the last 23 years has never given my well-being a second thought. Well, congratulations, you win. You have killed my will, spirit and soul; now my body will follow.
Luckily, I will be going to a better place. A place where my happiness won't be controlled by a multi-national conglomeration of fry cooks in cheap suits.
i think that we could use this concept to help our terraforming effort as lightning happens in rain storms. this is the first step to a greater tomorrow.