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I saw you at my friend Dan's house two weeks ago. You were flopped on a couch in his dining room. the smell of your e-cigarette was intoxicating. I faded into oblivion from a deluge of Irish Whiskey and as i awoke the next morning, the only remnants of you was a Baja Blast Taco Bell cup still sweaty with condensation. What weighs heavy on my heart ( much like how heavy your hat must feel, you have like 30 pins on it ! ) is that I never asked your name.
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