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could tell you the truth, as you hang from your balcony, breathing in cold winter air but it isn't up to me. I wouldn't go home anyway. You're well read, schooled in the classics, you skipped early classes. And now I feel the pull on my wrist. You're just wasted. And I'm afraid of waking up to nothing.

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