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I miss my hookah. A girl went to Jordan, bought one for me, then as we were christening it, she dropped it from the 9th floor of her building into richmond st. rush hour traffic below. The damned thing never made it home, now all I've got is the carrying case and she's in Nigeria, never to come back again. 
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