I thought about calling Phoebe tonight, but I figured I would have to talk to my parents first. I miss seeing her hair everyday. It’s red, just like Allies was. Once I decided not to give her a call, I went down to the Lavender Room. I met some women from Seattle, and I tried to order some Scotch. The women turned out to be incredibly stupid, and the waiter knew I was underage.
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