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two summers ago i got stuck on a boat up spruce creek with my friend and her friend's family. these super bro/marine types, twin brothers, family are sorta redneck. i only went as her wingwoman. well, a) these guys are the type who drink mike's hard lemonade (whatever, i drink the canned one but not a six pack of the original stuff) b)they were REALLY INTO staind. it was so bad. and they were all ny jets fans, too, but i digress
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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