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I spent yesterday afternoon drinking GIGANTIC mugs of beer, flirting with an ex-lover, fighting off a good friend trying to kiss me, wandering the streets of hollywood, trying (but not really trying) a cigarette, dancing, eating at the sober table, watching old guys vs young guys beer pong, blistering my feet, and remembering how I felt when I was 17.
When I got home, Travis told me he wants to marry me.
When I got home, Travis told me he wants to marry me.