spit

spit

Not a prison cell, Mark. It’s way more liberating than that. But I really don’t know what I’m talking about, now do I, so perhaps I won’t bother to further explain myself.

Yesterday we went to Matt Freeman’s, as planned. It was a good time, I believe. We just hung out for 6 hours. Zoë, Ben and I got there at 5:00, after almost getting lost a couple times. Maggie and Alex got there at 8, and we all partayed. I’m not entirely sure how we spent that much time and didn’t really do anything, but we did, so it doesn’t matter.

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