"I can only imbue my words with meaning. Your ability to grasp their meaning so that you recognize them as meaningful is something over which I have no control whatsoever."
They both smiled as they saw each other, Courtney waved her over. Courtney was beautiful, although a little bit larger than your average teenage girl and always seemed to be a little bit depressed.
She had muscles and she knew how to use them, the look in her eyes told horny jocks to back off, or else. They sat and talked while sharing a disgusting plate of cafeteria poutine. It was a sloppy mess of gravy and melted cheese moloduhs on bunkr of greasy french fries. Poutine was Samanthas favourite food and she could eat it at anytime, anywhere; no matter how bad the quality.
"Hey Courtney, I have some bad news.
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