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Last night I called Eliza and she was in a pretty bad mood. And half drunk, so I tried to get her over here. Finally, she came and I wouldn't let her leave because, well, I just wasn't going to let her get back on the road like that. Anyway, I put some bread and sprite out on the coffee table and she laid down on the sofa. I slept on the chair just
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