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Fuckin’ Charlie…

In by Michael on September 8, 2010 at 12:59 am

I smoke because my best friend Charlie smoked back in seventh grade. He was dating my ex-girlfriend at the time, and I hated him for it. Ever since, whenever I tear open a new pack, I get a quick flash in my mind of that image of him walking with her, smoking a square.

I haven’t seen him since we graduated high school a decade ago. I assume he’s not doing too well after the train wreck that was his teenage years. But that doesn’t change the fact that, for one unforgettable moment, him smoking was cooler than me not.

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  1. Wow. This is amazing. 100 words well-used.

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