4:16 p.m. I don't know why it is that people insist on making up a love life for me. I have friends. With friends one spends time. Then, when asked about the time one has spent, I mention those friends. And then I am mocked and poked and teased and caused to blush despite my protestations of innocence! And they are true protestations! Oy.
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