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I am Jack’s irritated liver.

Today I am grouchy. Grouchy, grouchy, grouchy. I tried explaining my Europe angst to Esteban and he just didn’t get it. He whined and said that we’d go after we took care of bills, and that I’m always all about the instant gratification. This is sometimes true, but not now. I’ve been waiting to go […]

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