Before I begin my tribute to the great Betsy and the big-tittied Jackie...I must talk about my creepy night. I walk back in my room at about 12:30 or so...Scott was laying in bed (half-naked, of course) with the lights on, TV off, and staring straight ahead at the wall. I look over and see that he is crying. I ask him if he wants to talk about it
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You watch The N. You rock.
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