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Friday night: get together at gf's new apt. I got pissed drunk and threw up everything inside my stomach. I can even taste the sour stomach acid. Thankfully no hangover the next morning.
Saturday: Drop off a friend. Picked up some food for the gf. Went home and sleep some more. Woke up and worked out, then shower and sleep.
Sunday: read, read, read, home work, home work, home work.
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Him: Ok, I have to ask, what do you believe?
Me: Shit happens.
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