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There really isn't more to my story. I have nothing to gain by lying to the TFP crowd. She gave me a hug when I got there because we're old friends, but I consider that insignificant.
The reason I feel so horrible about it is that I tend to blame myself for things. And I blame myself entirely for this happening. I should never have gone there in the first place.
I just feel like this is a huge decision to make. My girlfriend and I have shared something really special for the past 6 months, that I can't even explain on here, and I'm so afraid to jeopardize all of this just to clear my conscience. If I tell her, I KNOW she will be crushed, and I don't know if she'll ever want to talk to me again.
On the other hand, if I don't tell her, I'm goin to hold a guilty conscience for who knows how long. And the fact that I lied will still stand. I just don't know if I'd be able to actually tell her.
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I think Pringles initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up." -Mitch Hedberg, '68-'05
Bauer's the man.
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