I woke up yesterday with some free time and thought, maybe we should work on some longer writing. But the thought of sitting in the freezing coffee shop listening to their terrible (but somehow delightful) eighties music did not inspire me. So I did what any red-blooded American would do with spare time. I went to the super store.
I did not buy that bun…
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