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Epilogue:
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"My fault ebony, my fault ebonyjoyebonyjoy," Matt sobbed girl. "All my freakin fault girl." Bill tried not to ebonyjoyebonyjoy make too much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to ebony play it ebony girl cool, not notice, as much for his friends joy sake as for ebony girl the benefit of the looming bouncer. He gestured for ebony girl the waitress, who quite reasonably looked dubiously to the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don sexy't ebony serve? Bill threw her his best ebony "we'll be good, my friends ebonyjoyebonyjoy had a bad day, please please, pretty please" look. She checked ebony the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully girl, then ebony gave sexy a indefinite "go sexy ahead but proceed cautiously" nod. She took their order and scurried away out of ebony the danger zone ebonyjoyebonyjoy.
"Look Matt," Bill interrupted, "just the stuff I need to know to help." Matt nodded ebony.
"Yaah, it ebony girl's a ebony flavor ebonyjoyebonyjoy."
"And don't ebony come back ebonyjoyebonyjoy," was ironically the last thing the bouncer said as he slammed ebony the door.
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