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Yr gonna feel like **** The dinners, the openings all don't matter. The friends the small talk the bougie dishes all don't matter. You know this and I know this this is why we are friends.
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Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
He edits his obituary on Saturday nights.
Yr gonna feel like **** The dinners, the openings all don't matter. The friends the small talk the bougie dishes all don't matter. You know this and I know this this is why we are friends.
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Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
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