. . . seriously, eighth row! This is easily the best thing to happen in '08.
It could have been a seat by myself in Balcony C and I still would have been more than delighted to return your forgotten laundry at midnight on a Sunday. I don't care if it was cold, or that I park my car a half a mile from my apartment.
I will be indebted for as long as until you realize that my friendship isn't really worth all the work.
Three weeks.
Bien amicalement,
A.v.E
Monday, March 17, 2008
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not having to go weeks without a single pair of pants totally kicks ass. It's official, starting now...a contest to see who can be the better friend. (i feel like your having a car puts you at an unfair advantage though - who can compete with a 6 a.m. ride to O'Hare?)
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