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Thursday, September 18
The Nitrogen helps me remember funny things....
Remember when we were driving back to the dorms and I wore your riding helmet and pretended to be a severely fancy, severely retarded person? You laughed and laughed, and could barely drive, and it was a good, warm day. I miss you like that.
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