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Fast forward to tomorrow morning:
Dear Diary,
Last night I had the strangest dream. This girl.....I'll call her Erica....brought me flowers. She had a martini in one hand and insisted we go back to her house near the airport to play doctor. She was wearing leather pants and announced as soon as I got into her well-oiled car (no Oil Can Henry service sticker for Erica) that she had recently shaved her pubic hair so that I could see her tattoo. As we walked up to her house, a women came out of the bushes and they got into a physical fight right there in public. Then the three of us made out and got our heads shaved while we watched lesbian porn.
Claire
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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