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I don't usually get hung-over, but this morning...

Her name was rachel and was young smart and beautiful. She was canadian and was a freaking lumberjack and we tore it up. The town, that is. A Merchant Marine and a Lumberjack walk into a bar...

But somewhere between the green parrot and the bull I lost her. Or maybe she ditched me. I dunno. It doesn't matter.

Man, she was beautiful. And smart.

Now, back to my hang-over...