My last 48 hours in Chicago involved attending holiday parties, wishing wishes only to have them deferred, dancing with two nevernudes as an extra in a truly terrible music video, explicating the traditional Thai way to lead a water buffalo, dodging dodgy kissers, inventing a new pasta dish, and surviving a three-hour phone conversation, the snow, and a midwestern potluck. In short, it was time to go to California.
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