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| I went to the big city to have lunch at my friend Bob's house. (Bob is a girl, just so you know.) First you pass through the grape arbor and gardens. |
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| Pretty! (Sorry about the misty shot- camera got rained on.) |
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| Bob is shy about being photographed but she was okay with me showing you this portrait of herself. |
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| She rang the servants to bring us lunch... |
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| ...in this lovely picnic basket. |
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| Then we hit the wine cellar- hard. |
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| Hadda ask her if I could use the loo after that. |
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| Ah, better! But that chain was a bitch to pull. |
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| Then we went and got matching tattoos*. We're pals like that. |
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| After that, Bob's car broke. She calls this one The Bitch. It's a 2005. |
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| Fortunately, she had The Beast for backup. It's a 1986 and remarkably reliable. Appearances can be deceiving. |
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| Okay, I lied. It was really this guy's mansion (though Bob's mom really did design the gardens). |
| The End. *Okay, that part was a lie too. |












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