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It's become a tradition
for every Tuesday and Friday night. At midnight I know to expect a phone call from my best friend. This is the time where we watch Dukes of Hazzard. And it's so much fun to talk on the phone and watch the show. We each have our character that we love to talk about. She talks about Luke and how much he's her favorite. For me, I talk about Bo, and then we end up debating who's the best. The time flies by so fast, and we don't realize it. But then we realize the hour has past. But we always know that we will continue this tradition.
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