I have a few breaths to mutter. You’re my bread and butter.

So we learned how to pick up where we left off, blogging with a new string or a new theory or a new instrument once we got over the sheer dumbness of the verb. At least we weren’t so hung up on the literal interperetations anymore, but we were still paranoid of the teenage taking over because of how tall we were if we were sitting at our desks.
You worked on your code on your phone and on your laptop while I worked out mainframe designs and fantasized about eating cake. This time we were paying penance for the sin of knowing how delicious donuts actually are.  It’s DARE.

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