Hurrah! I get to tell my favorite story!
Twirly carefully lays out a soft blanket on the floor, sitting cross-legged, puffing her long, flowing skirt out over her knees. Straightening up, she motions for all the standers-by to come join her on the blanket.This is a tale from way way back in my sophomore year of college. You know, 2005. Perhaps
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