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Dec 2014
I'm thirsty.
I picked the wrong color shirt today.
This seat keeps rocking back and forth.
There aren't anymore napkins.
"Hey can I get you anything else?"
"Mmmprhpp"
No please don't go my hands are filthy oh god why does this bother me so much
Jarred
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Jarred  24/M/Philly
(24/M/Philly)   
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