It's nearly three in the morning.
It's raining.
I have to work tomorrow, therefore missing the grandiose event of Tubaween.
I hate my job.
I don't like that I hate my job.
I don't have marching band for an entire week.
I have a coffee date. I still don't like that word. Date. Blah. Too many expectations.
I'm going to get coffee with Blaine Tuesday.
I have
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