Last night I got very drunk with Becca. We discussed eating habits. We met Alice-de-la-dare. I discovered a friend has terminal cancer and broke down into a sobbing mess.
I'm walking to Warwick in an attempt to see him without him realising that I'm only there to see him, and to see him before he dies. I can't handle death.
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