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I lent her my car. She wrecked it. But I loved her. I rented an apartment for us and she didn't pay her way. But I loved her. She used our apartment to blow some other guy while I was working. I used to love the way she'd blow me.
Now she's still going to school (year after year) and blowing guys for rent.
Least she found something she's good at.
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"Asking a bomb squad if an old bomb is still "real" is not the best thing to do if you want to save it." - denim
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