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[05 Jun 2008|12:30pm] |
Ah, sweet hackery.
Wedding season is upon us and I am feeling flush. It is a strange and not altogether unpleasant sensation. I hope it lasts.
Caradoc, fuck, we let a week go by without the promised irresponsible imbibing. Tonight? Tomorrow night? Haven't seen you in ages and I'll accept no excuses.
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