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It’s 66 degrees on Christmas eve. I’m outside dressed like Trump after he rolled out of bed with Clinton. At least, that’s how the creep looks in my mind. Personally, I wouldn’t have turned down Clinton either. I had a COVID fever dream where I met him and Hillary on a rope bridge on a
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The morning sun cruelly peeks through drawn curtains. We managed to victor against parking lot floodlights with ease for three nights, but the big, scary, burning ball of death wins supreme. I’m up. I managed to grab a shower before the chaos of vacating the hotel room begins. I feel quite refreshed, but I failed
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