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19 February 2003: surly.
she pulled at my arm, and i gave her a hug. she said "where's the coke, asshole? happy valentine's day, asshole." she used to like me more than this. i think. the rest was a blur of bare-chested techno homos with fake moustaches and fake german accents. raspberry vodka. lots of quit crowding me, squares.
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