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One night at Frank's house, the summer after high school had finished, we all got together and got drunk.
We eventually ran out of places to sleep in the basement, and I had to use the surface of the treadmill to sleep on.
Those assholes kept turning it on and flinging me into the wall!
Man, we laughed that night.
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