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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GET AT ME
Kyle Green again.
You mafackahs are getting bombarded by my posts tonight. You should probably prepare yourselves…I’m house-sitting in a quiet suburban neighborhood for two weeks, and watching their cable television while eating all their waffles and string cheese was only novel for the first four hours.
