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 you got any snacks too? (I remember some martini coming in a bottle - used to love that stuff, but they don't have it over here  )
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02-13-2005, 12:41 AM
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When I visit you, I'll bring you a bottle
 Sure I got snacks. What do you want?
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02-13-2005, 12:48 AM
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cool (only one  you don't know me very well do you?)any snacks - though I am still full from lunch ever eat too much and then feel soooo sick and hate yourself for it?
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02-13-2005, 12:50 AM
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I'll bring you as much bottles as can fit in my suitcase.
Yes, I did. So no snacks for you then? 
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02-13-2005, 12:51 AM
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maybe later
(you rock)do you like to go out to restaurants?
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02-13-2005, 12:55 AM
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02-13-2005, 12:57 AM
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defnetly i want that
V Do u planning to take a week off or not?
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