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November 11th
November 11th Wouldn’t it be great if I came here with nothing but glistening memories of a hot Saturday night with my girlfriend? Wouldn’t that be fan-f*****g-tastic? The truth is that we did spend a hot Saturday night together. And a hot Sunday morning. But, just like last Sunday, an argument about Jim is what sticks with me. I ask myself: Am I addicted to drama? Am I generating disagreements out of the clear blue sky? But I’m not. That’s just it. I’m really not. I guess I’ll tell you about the s*x first, since it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for. I wish I were in a better mood to tell the tale, but here we are. Might as well record it for posterity before it falls from my mind forever. Saturday afternoon, Bonnie was sitting on my couch when I got home from the littl
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