TO KENDEN SINCE IT WOULDNT LET ME POST THIS ON COMMENTS.......FUCKER.
oh my god becky in my wildest dreams i would run into bernie ( the pimp ) spray painting his moniker on another piece of property, claiming it his own. Then he would wine and dine me at the swank little cafe right down the street named NY Pizza where he would order the finest thin crust pastry with pepperoni and anchovies, and the most expensive
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are we EVER going to hang out? you're in westford, for christ's sake!
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