I slept in my own bed last night after an unanticipated stopover in Chicago due to ice on the runways in New York. Ah, spring. But it was fun. The Drummer picked me up and took me to his house and cooked me breakfast in the morning before returning me to O'Hare. My suntan has about peeled off, the stack of bills towers and there are a lot of dirty sheets and towels (hey, thanks guys!) but it's home. For another couple weeks, anyway.
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Bienvenidos a los Estados Unidos, Rubia. Did you get a haircut at the salon de belleza?
Tnx. I didn't. It just opened across the street from Wolfen's store like the night before I left.
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