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So, are we done whining and philosophizing about the meaning of life? You know, I keep thinking being dead for real couldn't get any worse, but then one of you starts talking and manage to prove me wrong.

I guess I shouldn't complain too much. [He sighs.] Somehow, you've managed to avoid the proselytizing. But I guess it might take a bigger crisis for that crap to kick in.

Seriously though. What the hell is there to do for fun around here besides listening to you guys carry on?

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During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.