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Wednesday, June 21, 2017
remembering that grad student who punched me at my undergrad graduation party
unwanted hands.
she kissed me, costumed, at a halloween party and S leaned in and said "that's J"
unwanted lips.
i kind of thought she would (lifetime original) kill me for a year of my life.
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