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But the more I thought about going to see Brad, the more frightened and confused I became.
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Canada was a helluva trip anyway, so I made myself a good Irish coffee and slowly started to remember bits and pieces of the SC ball...
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| Brad WAS there! I remember him doing the Watusi with the punchbowl on his head! | |
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A smile crept up as I started to remember what Chubby and Externalization were doing...
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| I have to write this stuff down, nobody's going to believe me! Are these stains on my hands from the wine punch? | |
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