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I Hate Friends It was about 8:30 PM on a Thursday. I had no class on Friday so I left early for fall break to go home. I only live about 30 minutes away so it wasn’t a big deal. I was in my room, where the majority of all my stuff is either electronic or sports related, that consist mainly on UVA, Miami Dolphins, Detroit Pistons, and Atlanta Braves material. I sat down with my girlfriend, Jessica Dolloff, and explained to her that I had to interview her and gave her the steps that I would take. I made big mistake though, I forgot to turn off the television and of course, as everyone knows, on Thursday night around 8:30 PM, there is a certain TV show on that I guess all females love, Friends. I personally am a Survivor fan, but females always get their way, so I was stuck with Friends. I sat in a lazy boy like chair; it is black leather and usually sets in the corner of my room and collects dust. Jessica sat on a couch that slumped down in the middle, so I was a little higher in elevation and felt like I had power over the questions and was in control.
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