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sun night
snuck out for a few hours. meet the twins. i hadn't fished in two weeks and i was jonesing bad. i can't wait for vacation, i'm going on a fishing bender. i want a sore arm from throwing, bags under my eyes, bad coffee breath, crusties in the corner of your fingernails that stink. every once in a while i miss being single, sure i was broke and looked a mess but i sure did fish alot.
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