Nothing has ever happened to me that made me feel more genuinely alien then arriving at Dunkin' Donuts at 5:15am on Sunday morning, half drunk with no shoes on. Me, Raphi, Roosen, and three other people who I feel like an asshole for not remembering the names of staggered in the door like refugees with shell shock fresh off the plane from Kosovo,
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and christ do i feel bad for joel.
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