It all started at Old Port Inn: a statement you could probably use to sum up my entire life thus far, but let’s narrow this story down to just this weekend, if you please. Friday all my months of waiting finally paid off, and I was finally preparing to board a plane for a whirlwind trip to Washington, District of Columbia, and the home of the most
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and i have to say that i also feel like i'm 3 when talking to our *cough* esteemed older brother. it makes you feel like shit.
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