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Just came back from an excessively lovely barn dance experience with wordsofastory. Ran into someone from high school (more on that later), and a creepy dude in leather trying to evoke some sort of poetic fantasy but in lacking a poet's shirt was wearing just a crappy white work shirt with his trying too hard ensemble. I still would have felt kindly towards him had he not been inappropriately grabby with me and everyone.

But it was as always inspirational. Although next time we must not go for Mexican foos first. My hair smells like fajitas.

I'm all exhilirated-y and covered in plot bunnies.

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