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| I called him "man-whore." He called me "faggot." It was a thing we had. | |
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| How could my next roommate possibly be - look at the tits on the girl - as cool as Bill? Camel cigarettes in our hands and the Mets on our TV. Mother fucking right. | |
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| I don't say it enough and sometimes people need to HEAR the words, so here goes nothing... I hate you, Bill. | |
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