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yeah, i'm hoping we can make it.
i perked up after it, though. i swear to god i saw thurston walking down the street. i was going to yell something, but whoever it was (if it was him) was on a cell phone. these gangstas behind me were talking about what they like to do to white chicks all night long, and i didn't really want to interact with them so i stayed quiet.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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