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| Ah, my friend! It feels good to finally see your sweet, youthful yet acne hostile face once again. During short periods of times at my grandmothers I thought I would never do so again. | |
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| Same to you, faithful accomplice in the world of math, same to you. I thought you would meet other people and maybe forget about your one try friend. | |
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| Never! I did meet someone, though. Her name is Lisa and on the sundown of the fifth of our seven meetings I robbed her from her innocence. | |
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