I set out for New Orleans on Operation Dress Retrieval at roughly 7am. Shortly thereafter on some godforsaken beat-up highway in the middle of a rice field, I got a speeding ticket.. Picked up my dress. LEFT my fucking cell phone in the bathroom of Lebanon's Cafe --in a moment of sheer agony and panic, whilst my contact felt like a piece of glass
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