Somehow I managed to finesse my collapsing end-of-month budget to leave room for the requisite zoo-trip lattes, which means I will head there tomorrow in the overcast, high-50s weather even if it kills me.
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Somehow I managed to finesse my collapsing end-of-month budget to leave room for the requisite zoo-trip lattes, which means I will head there tomorrow in the overcast, high-50s weather even if it kills me.