Gavin and I went to the 76 to get some ice. So we grabbed the ice and returned to the car, with a certain mafia-esc walk. He opened the trunk of the car to reveille a beautiful glistening keg. The trunk light shined on that keg like it was a display at an art museum; and angels rejoiced. We flung the ice to keg as if this were a casual event. As we
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