It’s 2am on a Sunday in early summer. Air is warm, streets are empty, and we just left the bar. We’re chipper and tipsy. Walking on the street, going home, we notice a cheap plastic princess bed out for the trash. How amusing.
It’s 2am on a Sunday in early summer. Air is warm, streets are empty, and we just left the bar. We’re chipper and tipsy. Walking on the street, going home, we notice a cheap plastic princess bed out for the trash. How amusing.
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