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So, I - through the magic of sharing a ride with someone - am spending the evening in a hotel appending Disneyland, which I can't afford at the moment to go into. They got so upset and frustrated, they declared they had to go in, and as it was their vehicle, I had little choice but to see them off into the warm, comforting arms of Goofy, and content myself with coffee in the lobby and talking not one, but two friends through rough patches. Weird evening.
On the other hand, they're very generous with their coffee refills here. And the whisky ain't too bad, either. |
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