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And finally
The translation:
The addiction:
Jack was a poor man who had a great addiction. One day, he was sitting in class when he began to have withdrawls. His hands shook. His vision blurred. All he could think about was getting a hit. He yelled out, “I’m going to be sick!” (But of course he wasn’t really) and ran out the door and down three blocks as fast as he could.
“A slurpie,” he whispered to himself as he filled up the cup. “I came all this way for a slurpie”
