It was twelve forty eight am. I distinctly remember sitting down at my computer in my dorm room. My legs were still wobbling. I’m glad there was nobody downstairs I had to greet on the way in. Hopefully my dizziness will pass soon. Trying to get comfortable in the wooden chair I was given with the room, I try to recall the events of my evening
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PS- You're a wonderful writer.
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WHY do i see mike writing a book?
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