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You know how some people have their quirks when they’re drunk? My dad’s just so happens to be dancing salsa with his brother. 

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Omgawsh I love coming home sober at like 2 in the morning and discovering my parents still awake and fairly intoxicated. For once I’m the responsible one. YES.

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Guess I have no choice but to swallow my pride on this one. 

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It’s 3 a.m, I must be lonely. 

It’s 3 a.m, I must be lonely. 

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I know it hurts. That’s life. If nothing else, It’s life. It’s real, and sometimes it fuckin’ hurts, but it’s sort of all we have.
(Garden State) 
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