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Things I've overheard this week, walking home from work:
Shaggy, snaggle-toothed man >> You like her. She's your buddy.
Middle-aged woman wearing a hoodie over a nightgown >> She's lucky I don't punch her in the neck.*
* I have to say, the phrase "punch in the neck" has gained considerably more currency in the last couple of years.
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Fell asleep on the couch last night with Oona on my chest. Total heat-seeking suckyfest. I think that was around 8:30. C says she came and 'rescued' her around 10:30. Then she had to come back for me around 12:30. All I remember is the suddenly strong smell of alcohol (bourbon? gin?). Repress, my friend. Repress.
re: smell of alcohol--You are so bad. And you lie.
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