Last night I had a dream. I can't really explain it without some backstory, though, so let's go back to the glory days of Section 2, when men were men, Nick was drunk, and horses were more plentiful
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Your dream sounds like a short surrelist South African semi-fiction. Metaphorical without meaning anything, really. It's great.
You forget that all last year we kept up the Nick-whine, which we still use in appropriate instances: "Guys, give me back my chaiiiiiiiir." "Guys, I have no frieeeeeeeends."
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You forget that all last year we kept up the Nick-whine, which we still use in appropriate instances: "Guys, give me back my chaiiiiiiiir." "Guys, I have no frieeeeeeeends."
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Oh, lord.
I go--
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