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Kuki recounts a story of what may or may not have happened to him.
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| Alright, so I'm standing here, doing nothing, when all of a sudden... | |
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It was an interesting story, I'll admit.
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| BAM! Tea bags rain from the sky as run for my life. Their used...tea bag...ebilness falling all around me, oozing onto the concrete! | |
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Kuki. Lonely as ever. Girls think he's crazy. They're probably right.
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| Yeah, it was fucking nuts. | |
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| Why oh why do I talk to the crazy ones? | |
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