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I know that I don't know.
It didn't look good on the resume; I failed the drug test and don't fly a flag. Yesterday I stole a black crayon, and colored circles on the gas bill. I didn't get the job, never paid the bill, but I have the crayon and I know that I don't know. Tomorrow I'll take a white one.
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