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michael: i'm sorry

michael: i'm so sorry

michael: god fucking shit damnit

michael: i'm so fucking sorry luke

michael: i know how much you hate it when people drink and i fucking remember downing two whole bottles of alcohol

michael: i got so drunk, and i loved it luke

michael: i love not being able to remember your name, or your face, or the way your soft lips would press against mine until they were swollen

michael: i'm sorry

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