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Oh, yeah the last time I found I was a fish swimming around in a researcher's bowl after being raised on SSRI's I got a little anxious too. Like when people have to go to Centerpoint. *shudder*I am proving I am not a robot by typing "50" - from a photograph which is obviously someone's house number and the word "wordrorm".Not one of today's most enjoyable tasks.
I wouldn't be all hung up over proving I'm not a robot. I don't discriminate. I'm sure there is no robot that will ever be built that will develop arthritis or anal prolapse or crows feet. Centrepoint? That's a kitsch Modernist tower building in Sydney, isn't it?
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