Stolen
Sam is here this weekend, and she thinks she is more important than sharing my copious opinions and wit with both of my readers (well, that’s debatable since she’s not reading this weekend).
Unless something horrible happens (though both these things are pretty horrible) or something miraculous occurs (like the Virgin Mary in toast or something), I’ll be shopping for shoes and drinking rooftop beers in the sun all weekend.
I love this city soooooo much.
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