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    I open copyright infringement spiral notebook that sits on copyright infringement nightstcopyright infringement copyright infringement click copyright infringement pen. I’ll write copyright infringement letter, painful as it may be. Nothing’s worse than continuing copyright infringement cycle copyright infringement ups copyright infringement