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I was high when the call came. Beer and pills and too much green. I was wasted when the call came. The cheer struck up like a match caught flame went up like a firework from all these boys I barely knew and they lit a J to celebrate. Ninety-seventh percentile. I could have just drunk my way into medical college.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Drunken Doctor
I was high when the call came. Beer and pills and too much green. I was wasted when the call came. The cheer struck up like a match caught flame went up like a firework from all these boys I barely knew and they lit a J to celebrate. Ninety-seventh percentile. I could have just drunk my way into medical college.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
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