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[garote]

Couldn't sleep, obviously. So I drove to her house and knocked on her window and we talked.

My only bitter consolation is that she knows she's being stupid. Now the stress-test begins.

^{Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse Do Not Try To Change Her Mind Give Up Now Walk Away It Can Only Get Worse}

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It's like a bad mafia movie... It starts as a quarrel between two mobsters, and before you know it, all of Chicago is ablaze and helicopters are puttering overhead, spilling even more gasoline on the conflagration... Sorry I jumped in where I don't belong, I knew I shouldn't have posted that, but I did anyway.

[garote]

You're forgiven. I've certainly been drawn into my fair share of Mortal Combat in the aid of my friends. It's a righteous feeling. Hard to pass up.

Hey, so, Do You Play The Guitar?
Let's Jaaaaam Together!
(insert Parappa the Rapper track here)