So I’m back at home. Home being Fort Belknap, of course.
How did I get back here? More importantly, why?! Read on.
Ol’ F-23, my residence back in Missoula, is now as vacuous as my bank accounts. My aunt Trista and my grandmother came down to help me move my crap back here. I think I left Lauren a kendo stick, my bamboo plant, and some unused
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