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Thursday, 21 June 2007. June 21 Official longest day in the year, and no kidding, there were still glimmers of light at 1135pm. I have also started playing once again Final Fantasy VIII since one I found it and two its just awesome. Starting again always gets me right into it. Work wasnt bad although due to all cut hours I had to run top floor since the other guy claimed he couldnt be bothered and that I do it much better apparently. Nevertheless it was more interesting that doing nothing. Work came .CONTENT
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