May I introduce my good buddy Mike. He and I met in ninth grade through mutual friends, and that next summer he saved me from that slipery slide of sin . . . you see, he walked out of rated R movie at a party, which gave me the strength to walk out too. We then spent the next two hours getting pruney in the pool. He was used to it, because he was on the swim team . . . which I was unaware of at the time. No wonder he kept beating me while racing across the pool!
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