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I am no stranger to stoner logic. I will not be the goody bag at your pity party. And at any given time, I don't know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you.
"You're born, you live and you die. There are no do-overs, no second chances to make things right if you frak 'em up the first time. Not in this life anyway. Like I said, you make your choices and you live with them. And in end you are those choices."
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