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So, she and I went out after being friends for three years. I took her to a fancy restaurant and we had drinks before dinner, and a bottle of wine with. She was so nice to look at. Oh man.
We took a walk to the river afterward, and sat on this rock under the railing where no one could see us. I pulled out a joint and we smoked and giggled and the sun set into the trees beyond. Talk about romance.
She turned to me at a quiet moment and stared with deeply stoned eyes. Then she said, 'I have to sh*t. I have to sh*t right now.'
I was stoned as I kept guard as she dropped trou, and squatted in the bushes below.
She asked me what leaves looked good to wipe with. I pointed out the rhubarb. She said it was too rough.
She sat back on the rock and I sat beside her. The sky was wonderful.
She began to throw up. Throw up for 2 hours, as I rubbed her back and stared at the sky.
I drove her home and then went to see my friends.
'Where's the girl?'
'I have seen the evil,' I replied, ;and he is me.'
I got more drunk.
She left for medical college, and I still don't know if there is anything between us.
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