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| Okay, so this one time a few days after our Senior year ended, my buddy and I climbed up on top of our high school and drank a fifth of Bacardi in celebration of leaving that damned place. | |
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| Hey, isn't that Mr. Dullard's classroom down there? | |
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| You mean the one with the windows cranked open? | |
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| Yeah, let's piss on them! | |
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