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you tell yourself to get out, just go buy a beer, walk around, but these people still look lifeless and you end up having to chaperone a field trip to the local dance bar, corralling drunk adults into corners realizing that these people have no agenda other than to touch you or fight, what a silly notion to believe that it would be any other way--worst of all, April is there, probably March, June and July, too.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
no-go.
you tell yourself to get out, just go buy a beer, walk around, but these people still look lifeless and you end up having to chaperone a field trip to the local dance bar, corralling drunk adults into corners realizing that these people have no agenda other than to touch you or fight, what a silly notion to believe that it would be any other way--worst of all, April is there, probably March, June and July, too.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017 these are not good people anymore and there's a good chance they never were.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
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