SUNDAY
I was expecting a lot more out of Sunday; last year's 64-Nipples concert gave me false expectations, and Saturday was so great I expected it would just follow course. Uh-uh.
After breakfast and a pitiful attempt to get a little more sleep, I got up and was ready to leave the hotel by eleven o'clock. Karen, Andy, and Micah were at church, and
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