1:49 AM. It's funny, a night can go so well and then one thing can just piss you off. My father and mother, for instance. They were not home, nor was the little brother, and Adam and I were left to a nice, romantic evening to ourselves. (Romantic, meaning: 4 cans of ravioli, a bag of cheese curls, beef jerkey, and pepsi lime) Around 10, I called
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