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"drunken words are sober thoughts."

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Carlson didn't speak of who was fighting and why he left in his drunken state. But we did talk.

He told me he hated strawberry ice cream and I told him I loved strawberry ice cream.

He then admitted he'd never tried it, it just sounded too foreign and different for him.

He told me that he was a sucker for Drake and I respected that.

Even though Drake is horrible.

But we agreed that Mr. Lewis' new ownership of a Lambo was suspicious and the cafeteria lady is actually the human embodiment of the illuminati. We agreed that people who said they never lie are the biggest liars and that we're all fighting off demons.

I had fallen asleep on him but when I woke, he was gone. Only a note reminded me of it all.

Sorry I left. I had fun talking to you. I'll pay for all the popcorn I ate and the Advil and Gatorade you gave me.     

As I played with the edges of the sticky note, I remembered something.

"You're really quite beautiful."

He was drunk, I thought with a shake of my head.

But once I pulled the fortune from the bag, I felt a spark of hope.

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