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Marching Band practice at six thirty. Ends at nine. When i joined marching band, no one told me we were going to be marching on a field forming fucking butterflies. I need to practice but I can't find that packet we have to study. I need a sniper that can blow the head off of everyone that yells at me. Hahaha.
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