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l o r d how i've lost the virile shield of Teenage Invincibility once I could party come night through day and now when I wake up --not hungover!--i'd always exclaimed parts of my body i never stopped to consider might exist hurt Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 10:57 AM PST   17 • 0 • 1

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