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The teacher we had at the time rolled in a TV on a cart, and we witnessed something that would change our lives forever.
Bitnight was devestated, as his Cousin worked in the empire state building. -Bitnight's boyfriend at the time was the highschool quarter back.
To speed it up a little, the guy ended up dying, and when I entered the football team in my senior year, I took us to new heights, re-established a connection with my father and even got into a relationship with Bitnight.
Eight years and counting, thank you Bitnight Jonsey Macintosh.
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