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Feb 2015
I never thought my arms were bad

Until my sleeves rode up and the boy next to me in English snorted and gagged like he'd just touched something slimy and chill-worthy and then continued to say "Jesus Christ your arms, what the ****??"

I don't think I've ever been so silent

Maybe tomorrow he'll gag a lot more
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