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| Well, it's Halloween. I suppose I should call my friends and arrange some kind of gathering. | |
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| Oh wait! I don't have any, because I'm a disgusting attic dweller who considers yelling at strangers over a headset during an online round of Halo 2 to be the equivalent of social interaction. | |
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| I guess I'll just have to have sex with the triangular eye hole of my family's jack-o-lantern and tell everyone it was a woman later. | |
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