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It was late on Christmas eve, in the summer of 72, when all of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, a Cadillac sedan passed me by.
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Thus begins the epic tale. A tale of woe. A tale of hate. A tale of love. Pin the tail on the donkey. But, most importantly:
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| So...you come here often? | |
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| Enough of the handjob shit. | |
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| Jesus, how picky can you get? | |
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