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Hmm... I love going to the ER and getting stitches for splitting open my knee.... splitting it open from fucking walking to a club meeting for the Rotaract Club and slipping and falling on the corner of the brick pathway that leads me there. I was sober too, and it was daytime... and I was just walking. I am such a clutz. And now I have to use
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all that partying has a price, i suppose. even though you were not drunk. This is just another story that you will look back on later in life and laugh your ass off about.
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