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I went looking for my muse bright and early this morning and found the sodden bastard passed out in the hammock in the back yard, next to half a warm pitcher of lemonade and a near-empty bottle of vodka.

July 25, 2006 at 9:17 AM ::

yet...even then, he dreamt of you.

goliard on 07/25/06 at 01:42 PM ::

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