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I Hate Myself For Writing This

Between picking up the second to last baguette at La Boulangerie, doing a drive-by HELLO! to a couple of gal-pals at Angelo’s, and then meeting a third friend at Monday Night Foodball at Ludlow Liquors, I drove my 21-year-old child to my house so they could do their laundry - ALL BETWEEN 5 PM AND 7 PM BECAUSE I’M A BADASS.

On the ride, I asked my kid how…