how deep doth the rabbit hole go?

Up all night with a woman who’s not my wife. Or my girlfriend for that matter. Or anything other than just my friend, if truth be told. Every now and again I think it’s important to beat the night. To prove your independence and your power of will. You’re having a good time, and your body can’t stop you.

And when you stumble out into the dawn, the joggers get the full hilt of your laughter sword.

Sup D?

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