Although very dorky, I can’t help but drink out of my Biggs|Gilmore coffee cup while doing freelance work for them. Yesterday, as I attempted to do this I threw up the piece of bread that I had just eaten. Today I’m a bit trepidations about it, sipping little by little and gauging the grumble of my belly.
I think my body hates me for making lunch an afternoon meal.
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The Logan Square blue line stop, in halves.
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