so, Movin' Out is over. Bye bye, Movin' Out. I'll miss you, Brender and Eddie and James and Bald James and Stupid Brenda and all that crap. Last night, in celebration, when we dropped Noah off at his apartment, we listened to Billy Joel from Anil's car and danced in the street to the choreography of Twyla Tharp. That shit ain't so hard. Now it
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