It's four-thirty and I'm going to bed. I've smoked all my cigarettes and drunk all my drinks and danced all my dances and introduced myself to people who already knew me and seen people I'd missed and split seasoned fries with Mindy at Denny's and it's cold like a September evening in Portland and now I'm going to bed and the one thing that's
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