You could barely force your way onto the train; finding a seat was not going to happen
in the rush of green-clad drunks celebrating St. Patrick's Day.
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Birthday Girl & (if it isn't redundant) weird theater people* friends. The only one whose name I remember
is "Heather," obscured by the spectacled one. (How to remain a friend for 25+ yrs.? B.G. not actually shown.) |
*Like, totally kidding. All very nice, a little square even.
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