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Buffalo Crazy Wings Ended Up Being My One-Man Gay Bar. Deep into my boyhood bender, I noticed glorious. I appreciated the classroom-like attention cultivated males compensated to video games that appeared to embark on permanently. We liked their unique bourbon honey mustard-stained fingertips touching in shameful high-fives. My head thrummed...

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