It's 4 am. I just walked to the BP to buy a pack of cigarettes. The lady looked at my id and proceeded to look at me like I was crazy. I told her it was scratched. She looked back down and sold them to me anyway. I need a new id. Damn it...I really am 19.
on the walk to the store, I realized something. I find comfort in knowing that there are
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