Its one in the morning. One thirty six, actually. We're in Karen's basement. Its wonderful. We are annoyingly happy and giggly. Tessa is delirious. Most of the time.
YOU MARK MY WORDS!
So. Nothing exciting has happened really since we last wrote twenty seven and half years ago. I fell in love with a boy in a sweater. Neha fell in love with Asians. And some other foreign. Cos they gots that in Boston.
Keith Murray did that to his hair. It's not good. I'm choosing denial. It NEVER HAPPENED. DOCTORED PHOTO. (except it actually did happen. in real life. yeah. )
Neha and Tessa are talking about being on drugs and not sleeping and stuff. I don't even know.
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