it's just nearing lunch time, and here i sit. in a strange apartment in baton rouge that is inhabited by two people i only met last night. i'm wearing a stranger's pajamas. and my hair is a mess. and my monroe is throbbing because, somehow, i managed to roll over and sleep on it yet again. the friend i came to baton rouge with is somewhere i don't
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