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even in daytona once it's ten or eleven (except for the few nightclubs and i guess the hotel area) there's nothing.
i cracked all of my toes doing this weird beam leap i have to do. my toes hurt.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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