my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
That time of year thou mayst in me behold, and other rowdy tales,
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Okay, possibly not rowdy. We survived another Christmas, at least the
immediate bits of such, with a few more adventures and gatherings ahead.
Aoife and ...
20 hours ago
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