And thus avoid cross-pollinating with the 19 year old drunken ducky "poet" in my creative writing class, though he asks me out every single week:
Class Day 1 - Ducky: So.... um.... hey, like, I am going to an acid party tonight. Wanna come?
Me: No.
D: But dude my band is playing.
Me: Um... no.
D: Huh. Hmmm.
Me: No.
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