This is the only one that comes to mind so far.
Tonight, I ate the other half of the klondike bar that I ate half of on Monday and sent you a text message about. It seemed wrong to not let you know what became of both parts.
Also, I don't remember the conversation that was overheard at Firehaus. It was most likely just a serious of grunts that we interpreted as "Let's go to the silver bullet," because we all secretly wanted to. But you know what? It wasn't no free show.
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