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IBK’s JOURNAL (Entry 3)
July 15 I have this vague memory from primary school. A girl had done something bad. It wasn’t too bad but it was bad enough that it warranted caning. But
Hopeless Sunday Morning
I’m not hung-over. I don’t know if I should be. Should five shots of Vodka leave you hung-over? I guess not. So it’s Sunday morning and I’m at my desk,
Photo: Can Anyone Really Be This Clueless In 2016?
I don’t even know how to deal.
