dollar drafts - and fists full of peanuts. this had been the first night we had hung out alone, sat at a table, shot our eyes towards the bluegrass boy band - listing each atribute - a check mark off for a beard apiece. and within that hour we had suddenly taken to making large exclamations - slapping each other on the back - retelling our
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