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New years.  Mike came over.  Got high.  Went crazy.  We ate everything.  Everything is chips, pizza rolls, cookies, and icecream.  Lit off fireworks.  The end.

I love you, Mike.

I don't have a goal.  I don't want one.

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[bub13gum_cr1s1s]

:) i love you too