word to my nerd lovers. lets meet up tomorrow night and talk html

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at the commodore shop where tia’s dad works, one of the old dudes points out the ripped pocket on her jeans and says “it’s from all those boys grabbing at her”. i nearly snort ”boys! HA!”, but instead I let out this choked “it is!”
then charelstown square and date and speph and ben and his puppyuppy baby, and the four of us in the cold up at the cathredral, eating hot chips.

“isn’t a gazeebo like... an antelope?”
-speph