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Just few questions here;
1) Does anyone have any idea where the fuck I am? and
2) Will someone smuggle me in a fruitcake with a saw or a handgun inside, just for old times' sake?
Much like the Grinch, I feel my heart growing on this holiest of Christian holidays. Until and unless I escape, that is. Then I'll be the same ol' Saddam I used to be.
Clean Shaven and Showered,
Saddam
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