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More than I'd like to admit, I lose my train of thought mid-sentence...it's like "and we were outside, waiting for the" and then *BAM* - Total Fucking BLANK
If whoever I am with can manage to retrace our conversational steps, sometimes, just sometimes, I'll remember what I was talking about while the person is still present.
Got Weed?
- B.
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The door opened...you got in..:rolleyes:
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