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| God, what a night. All I can remember is eating a Mexican pizza and being in someone's van. | |
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| Go away Lisa, I'm not going to class today, I'm dead. | |
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| Um...it's Sunday...and it's June. | |
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| ?? That's it, no more Mexican pizza for me, I'm seein' hippies. | |
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| Hey baby! I missed you, damn hard tracking you down too. | |
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