Today's excitements included a more complicated dentist's appointment than originally envisioned and having to stop very suddenly short on I-93, but I did technically find my way to Scollay Square.
Pretty, in its way. I started to ask whether that's what people call brutalist in style, remembered I could use the internet, and found that it's made with the blood of social injustices.
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I hope your soft food was at least delicious.
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*Sends healing vibes*
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