Within three hours of completing my last final, thus marking the start to my summer, I find myself helping Matt move his TV and some other things into the apartment. As we fumble his entertainment center up the back stairs, a man walks up asking if we lived there. I told him that I did and he asked my name. After offering this information he
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anyway, that's called the Brunchtime Wink.
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You'll make it, squire. In the words of Nietsche, "keep on truckin'"
-JCW
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