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I'm most likely sitting in the passenger seat of my friend's 87 Cutlass listening to either raggae or WuTang Clan and smoking a blunt. We don't have anywhere in particular to go, but we can't smoke that shit in our parent's houses so we're stuck using his car. The good thing about this is that gas is incredibly cheap, so wasting it doesn't bother him that much.
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