Lounging at Lux. They can't get the tunes straight, vulgarians blasting presently. Had a good groove going a while when, all of a sudden, electronic termination.
It sure was abrupt. So I blurted, "Cheryl interruptus." to the ladies. Ugh-oh.
Put some space between. A passing notification. A suggestion. D'uh ubiquitous.
So now there's only planning a get away.
Dead Horse awaits. After Labor Day. Logistics.
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