As if to confirm that I should be chained to my desk, I returned early from my weekly night of bartending for the gays to find that Heath Ledger is dead, Fred Thompson has dropped out of the presidential race, and nobody has finished my essay for me. We live in a very cruel world.
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I suppose I'm going to have to stop facetiously calling him Keith Ledger now, at least for a while.
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