Another Idea

I want to move to Maui. People don't suck in Maui. I was only there two days, but in that time, I lived a life-time with non-suck people. I got offered pot in literally 5 seconds, and that was Paia. I drove up and down the slope of Hale 'akala and fell deeply in love. Coming back to O'ahu was like going back to Lynn. Lynn sucks compared to O'ahu, and O'ahu is Lynn compared to Maui.
I really think I'd like to get a job, buy a house, live life and drop dead in Maui. Screw New Hampshire. Too many of us Bostonians live there anyway. I have to infect Maui!

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