My feet are killing me. After our first German class, which was short, Veronica, Julie, and I went out for dinner at the Border Cafe. I had a blackened salmon caesar salad (true to my name), and a couple of glasses of sangria. After we ate Tim and a couple of his friends came by as well, and we sat and talked for a couple of hours. Afterwards I
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