I'll be turning 21 soon. Some of my friends want the works: liquor, beer, coke, weed, sluts, loud noise. Then there are those who respect my wishes. I don't want to do a damn thing on that day. These motherfuckers think that kinda stuff brings me jubilance or whatever... in my head, i'm planning an escape... nobody will find me from the 20th
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