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Today's blog is nifty keen, a bunch of cool stuff. Highly recommended.
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They met in Hamburg. Arnie told her she could crash, so that’s what happened. Anna went back to his place and they smoked a joint around the kitchen table. ‘I can’t sleep without one these days,’ he said. He got up and fetched a sleeping bag, ‘Here. Shut those curtains or the sun will wake you.’ After a another moment together, standing shoulder-to-shoulder over the bag on the floor, Arnie went back to his room and closed the door.