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we used to never be smoking in our house, it was in the garage, and I always had, but Phil said, Fuck it.

 one time out there, we both got up and danced, holding each other close, and he wasn't too bad.  I loved it.

now I'll ask him to dance, and he says no, but I cherish that few minutes we did it.

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