I went out tonight with some friends from a few years ago. We had a great table and decided to meet up again and bend a few elbows.
We are all roughly the same age. We told roughly the same stories.
All of us kind of wished we were home.
The reading is a day too long.
Or maybe not. Maybe it's a day too long so that you can so look forward to being back at home.
I know I can hardly wait.
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