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| So, this last weekend I ran into some guys that I used to go to high school with. | |
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| they start talking how great I look now, and about all the good times we had and how all the old group should hook up and hang out just like old times. | |
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| So are you going to hang out with them? | |
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| Hell no. Old times meant I got food thrown at me. Do you know how hard it is to get mustard out of cotton? | |
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