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Dec 2012
I burned the only memories I had of you.
I also burned my fingers a bit, before I threw the paper on the ground.
And later when I got home,
I started to think of you so I took a couple strikeouts
and watched The Fellowship of the Ring.
strikeout: this stupid thing where you takes a large hit, of marijuana, off of a **** or pipe or whateverΒ Β  and while holding the smoke in, take a shot of some hard alcohol and then chug a beer.
Jeremy Duff
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Jeremy Duff  NorCal, where it's sunny
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