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teaching boys how to drink without a chaser canadian black velvet whisky, thirteen dollars, five cigarettes, sitting on the floor laughing, listening to the white album this poor girl elizabeth was falling all over everyone so i fixed her shirt and held her up for an hour while she just hugged me we keep trying to have deep meaningful conversations but it doesn't work it never works so we just talk about pussy and i go inside to pass out and she's there she knows i'm drunk but i mumble something about how i just started my period (i didn't) and how i'll see her tomorrow (i won't) and i yelled out the window YEAH COLLEGE and the boys playing hackey sack smiled
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