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[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

1/2. How did I get home?

2/2. What happened? I have a putter with me.

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[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

Taxi. You would not let go of that thing.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

I must have had fun. It is a keep sake now, as it is resting on my desk. Scott said we passed out on the lawn. Any truth to this?

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

(1/2) Technically, that makes you a thief. And yes, Summers found us in the morning.

(2/2) I found that I could not carry you back to the house at that point in time.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

1/2) I won't tell if you don't? It is just one putter. Don't make me feel guilty. I already have my headache.

2/2) I am not that heavy. But thank you for your thoughtfulness.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

It is not on my conscience. And I am a poor judge of weight when inebriated.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

You are cheery. I am making doughtnuts tomorrow, I hearby invite you

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

My hangover speaks for itself. I do not think I will be in town tomorrow. But I do appreciate the offer.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Alright. Tell next time. I am sure I had a blast.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

You did.