Becca's house is the only home I know that is just as densely packed as mine, I never mind ending up there at 4 am.



Our roof is leaking, the car barley works and this morning in a blurry walk down the hallway my phone somehow slipped out of my sleepy paws and shattered. I spent what was going to be a productive hung-over morning working at the stupid mall battling with the apple store and somehow leaving with a pair of jeans to boot. Luckily, the rest of my day was redeemed with the presence of Solana who can make any crappy bar worth sitting in.
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