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Division St. Chicago, 05

He hit me again, and I went down again,┬ácounting stars again, amidst the already swirling swaths of red and white holiday spirit, throbbing and debouched. Stupid fucking bar crawls. 100s of Santas and one of them, someone who I foolishly thought was my closest friend, had just laid me out across the floor of the …

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