Abby Robitaille reevaluates brevity.
I live a flannel-clad, bed-headed, whiskey-drunk, kickflip-bruised twenty-something sort of existence in Burlington, Vermont. Sometimes I write about it.
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Abby Robitaille, internet quitter.
Sorry my lovely friends, I fell in love and got really distracted.
A comeback is in order, but my computer is missing about four crucial keys and I also have plans to get drunk and go to some garage sales this weekend, so it might not be until Monday.
Smooches!
