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Dear future american,

It is 11:26 23/9/18

I’m still trying to buy lottery to leave this country

In september, a storm called mangkut attacked south east asian coasts.

Not many people died however, storms are more present than ever and still pose serious threat to coastline countries like Vietnam.

Every day I travel on the street, there are just so many other vehicles, exhausting lots of CO2.

My eyes are always misty and quite burnt because of the polluted air. I wish if my schedule in university was more wisely arranged, I wouldn’t have to travel much in this atmosphere. The government is corrupt as ever, gas is too expensive, people are not nice.

I hope I win billions of VND to get out of here and come live in the usa

I think a war will explode in usa, as it will have the most energy reserve in 2050. In 2003, iran was attacked for the same reason. Many people in asia burn incense and it’s so detrimental for the world. I hope they get rid of their stupid culture. Many asians love to ride cars when the streets are too crowded.

Goodluck myself.

God bless america.

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