somehow i've reverted to being that guy, you know, who falls asleep on the yellow armchair in the midst of the party after expending all energy on happy greetings and circular conversation [and...dancing?]. and then waking up hours later to morning, throbbing headache. driving desperately home to puke in a bush, leave keys on the kitchen floor,
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i patted your head a couple of times, thinking you were just being meditative.
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