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The end of my life ends here. I think it is all over for me. I had a good weekend, but, whatever. The Ministry of Revenue has caught up to me. Apparently I did not submit a tax return for the year 1998. It must have slipped my mind. If I don't submit it by the 15th, I get fined at least $100 a day until I do. If I could just find my 1998 information, I would be glad to fill it out now. But of course, I can't. I'll go to jail for years for this. I expect at least 3. But it could go as high as ten, I think. I think they want blood. Literally. This might kill me if I can't find a decent solution. It's going to kill me. Garnished wages until I am 46. $50 a week to live off. I will have nothing left for the rest of my life, however long that is. I feel like I am going to die. But then again, maybe I can strike a deal. I don't know. *a*, I know that things aren't easy for you right now, but I am positive that I'd rather be you. I want to cry. 0 scrawls at the end of this hallThe look: The feel: The taste: ________________________ |
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