So… It’s 8am right now… everyone is passed out, bodies scattered around like a war hit. A heavy mixture of alcohol and marijuana, a night to be remembered on such a large scale in such a small world.   So, it was hard for me Lori, to sit down and talk to you again after how badly I was hurt. I sat there and used everything I had left in me, to believe your words, and remember the good. Trying
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