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Hi guys. So like, ten million years ago I made a post about making out with a girl at a party. We called her N, and she is an arab baddie who is a great time at parties and still does want to drunk makeout with me. Occluded in that post, was that when ex-oomr, who will we call S, tapped on my back and N's back to get us to makeout, we were sitting across from H and having a normal/funny 3way conversation. H, similar to N, is an arab baddie and they both have Eyebrows™️ and big buggy eyes that are made smaller by the lens of her glasses, and they're both quite fair. Anyway, so guess who won.

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there are probably a lot of layers to this winning and losing thing, for example it was exoomr's brithday party, which was fun and nice and she seemed happier about my friends being there instead of my being there which could mean nothing or something, or I'm overthinking it; every house party I go to I'm filled with this vague notion that I will meet someone and hook up and that will be that, except that kind-of never or barely happens, and statistically, because these things happen at these places, it has to fly by at some point.
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