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Drug OD, gets in the way of study hall
2003-06-10, 8:40 p.m.
Okay, so maybe that was death, I mean for just a second. It could have happened to anyone, right. I came down the stairs and there he was. He skin was wet, and streaked red, white, and blue. He made for a patriotic corpse. No sooner had I thought that that he breathed. I almost pissed myself. I never knew that air could make such a loud sound. I smiled wanily and approched. He looked at me, his pupils large as saucers, and said, 'I think I need to go to rehab, a hosptil, I think I just died.' I said don't be silly, dissmissing his admission to mortailty, and then made plans to take him to rehab. -Adipose
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