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Ok, that's it. I'm letting the pig out of the bag about the tiem you and your ex stole several hundred condoms to replace the ones you used, and had none from the stolen batch left by the next morning.
(Fighting semi-truth with truth. It's not that I can't fit in a sports car, it's more that I'm too poor to afford one. And I'd like to see you get a '97 Buick Century to pull off an 80-foot burnout with good tires. And you can have my neon lights when you pry them from my cold, dead hands.)
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