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man that reminds me of a story...
A few buddies of mine were smoking out of another buddy's chillum. I'm going to say the chillum belonged to bill (Not his real name, but you get the idea). Well bill and my other friends had been smoking the chillum something fierce, and it had a nice bowl. Well they pass it to me, and I grab it right behind the bowl and burned my fingers so bad I dropped the chillum, it shatters. I felt so bad that the very next morning, not 12 hours after I'd broken the chillum, I go out and buy him another...so all was forgiven.
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