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Timestamps would reveal the winner, but they were mysteriously absent even in my searching for them.
Much ado about nothing earlier tonight, I let myself get the best of myself. Yes, that makes perfect sense…
Another 6 hours or so again. “Fucckkkk yyyyoouuuu! and your chats.” Well you wouldn’t still be up partaking in one unless you wanted to be, yes? Trying each other on for size with questions about the past: How many… And, how many of them hate you now? A playful conviction of the other as having a ‘heartbreak club’ awaiting a refuting response with acceptable evidence. A little bit more open.
The fact that I ‘don’t have enough mass’ will not stop me from a surprise flying tackle from nowhere, I’ll just need to brush up. 9am and birds come calling. Previous temptation with beer in exchange for a tour, an evening of Wheelbarrows, Gin & Tonic, and Peep Show.

Anticipation, Nervous excitement, craving sushi… Breathe. Tomorrow we work on colors.

Feist