This morning I woke up at 4 in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I had one of those panic-sparked adrenalin surge flashes into instantaneous and total consciousness usually reserved for suddenly realizing your entire house smells like gas. Mine was about my finances - I awoke terrified that I was completely broke and about to be crushed
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So, hey: you and Renoir. And Bob.
What exactly is a Fred Meyer, anyhow? Some sort of emporium of Fred's tastes?
Also, that was quite dandy.
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Hells yeah, dude! Veronica would be so proud.
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Mmm...Veronica Mars.
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Oh well, I guess it could be worse. He could work in Dodge City, Kansas I guess...
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I only ever knew one person from Kansas, and he was a total hipster badass. Except, of course, that he didn't graduate from college and owes me about $800 in unpaid rent, but whatreyagonnado, right?
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nah, cities over 30,000 people constitute QFC's, trust me :)
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We don't know each other all, but I admire you.
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