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overboard.

We layed on his bedroom floor holding our stomachs.
“Okay maybe we went a bit overboard.”
He laughed.
“Im gonna hurl.”
I moaned.
“Well I told you to take it slow on the crust, but you didnt listen.”
He grinned.
I socked him in the arm.
It hurt to move.

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