she plied me with strong drink and wooed me with gastronomical delights.
she whispered softly in my ear and dazzled me with her knowledge of culture.
she spun me in circles dancing all night long
then i woke up...
poor and hungover...
and decided i need to get the hell into indiana.
ohh chicago....
hurts so good...
How can I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?
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