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I was going to keep it to myself: my hangover, my drunken repeated cycles, my miasma....
Suffice it to say that Jane and I had a thing last night. We had a mutha-fuckin' thing.
I thank god/buddha/allah/the way that my boss is in 'nam. I thank god/buddha/allah/the way that Matt, the helper, isn't coming in until tomorrow.
I thank y'all because I can barely lift my head and every time I do, I rub my fingers through the hair on it and sand falls on the desk.
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