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Strangers were hugging me and talking the kind of bullshit that makes you want to move to deepest rural Australia and build an adobe house. After a few hours I excused myself, later realizing that I was probably the only person at the party who was not on drugs.
Don't Tell Mom I Work on the Rigs She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse
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