ch-ch-ch-changes...
my dad has come and gone and i barely recognize my apartment! my wonderful and amazing bed is traveling down the interstate at 65 miles per hour and i'm sleeping on my (newly and somewhat painfully dragged into my room) futon. joanie and quyen helped me scrape together the last of the boxes. my bike was an afterthought that thankfully got thunk
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seriously.
wow.
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