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May 2016
you got a cigarette in jail.
and I smoked one on my birthday.
in Atlanta.
but now I smoked one all by myself.
neither tastes better than the other. but if I'm in jail on my birthday again I will let you know which is sweet,
because so far I can't taste anything
Written by
mike
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