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It gets better, didn't know what town I was in when I left her house. Tried reading her name off her certificates on the wall on the way down the stairs, and then told my dad on the phone all over the above for no real reason.
Bought some pies on the way home too, 5 of them... walk of shame home at say 11am (fuck knows when it was) is the best strut in all the lands.
EDIT: Me and thousands (maybe MILLIONS) of little friends made that walk home (in what turned out to be my home town), we didn't keep in touch though, my Aunt Biotics came and took them away... to the farm. They still live there, for real and for true!
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