with pictures, you don’t have to read through endless, asinine text
“Mar, turn on your TV. oh, wait – you don’t have one … hippie.”
what it looked like for most of the evening.
that’s the mystery roommate down there on the far end.
I’m pretty far gone by this point.
a fitting end to election night. struggling to brush my teeth, pawing at the camera in the bathroom mirror.
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