hoshikaji and I took a red-eye flight and landed at JFK in the wee hours of the morning on Thursday. It was cold. Estimated highs of 22-23 degrees, wind chill factor of ohshitwhy. We took a train into Manhattan, to
pandastardrop's pad. Bundling up as much as we could, we set out for brunch and then, rather ridiculously, for Coney Island. Manhattan cold had nothing
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