So, upon returning from the cottage* today, I turned on my phone and found no less than five texts in which my friends complained to me. I feel so. . . proud?
Anyway, the subjects were, in order:
- bemoaning their sobriety
- bemoaning their lack of sobriety
- complaining about the heat
- worried about the power
- and then, of course, there was the one talking
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And also, NO, you have not told me this stoy. You keep saying you will, and then not doing so. :(((
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