First it's the laser printer emitting a high-pitched squeal and then asking for a service call. Then it's the Risograph machine greedily gobbling up NCR paper like it grows on trees. Which, um, I guess it does.
Date Night tonight. My turn to plan and pay. I have no clue what we're going to do, and I've got very little money with which to whatever this nebulous thing turns out to be. Might have to resort to putting out.
The Prince and the Pea
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