I once met a dude. At the 7-11, in fact. Buying smokes, late at night, my girl waiting for me in the car. His name was Branch, or Bud or Stem or something. He used to be famous. He gave me his number. I never called him. Texted him once, but never called. What does that make me? Dunno. Maybe I'll just give myself a Jelly Ass and call it a night.
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