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| Aww, damn, closing time. I gotta walk home. | |
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| Well, it's either that or we could go back to my apartment and screw like crazed weasels. | |
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| ... oh god. I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it. It was a joke. I swear. | |
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3 minutes and 48 seconds later ...
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| Oh man. I can't feel my legs anymore. | |
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| Here, I'll do it for you. | |
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