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Hey Mom, I Can Swear!

it rained yesterday and i spent three hundred dollars on a fucking juicer. because i think like a goldfish that forgets every five seconds. or is that bullshit? is it every three seconds? but regardless i know i can juice orange and celery and apple and a nice spice like cinnamon or ginger to make the perfect drink. fuck it. ill save three hundred and by the perfect drink every night for two dollars and fifty cents. a rum and pineapple or vodka tea or sanity and lime. and talk to someone. anyone i wish about shit and shit. and shit. shit.
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