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| Not much. I ran into your sister the other day downtown. She offered to blow me for a pack of smokes. Of course, I declined. | |
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| Well, it might've. I kinda zoned out, you know. Bitches, always saying..stuff... I mean, who has time for conversation when you can just pretend you're listening, and think about having sex with them? | |
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