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Poor Cliff Klingenhagen goes through life being the center of a pity party.
He assumes and accepts that the darkest of clouds will continue to hang
over his head for the rest of his life, and he relishes in it. He does not
look for a happy outcome in life, instead he welcomes the bitterness life
has to offer, after all, he deserves it, and becomes a martyr. He is
different, thus is curious to others.Poor pityful Cliff. He is the cortex
of bad luck, and is happy in the making of it.
teresa Jewell from United States