Putting some last minute touches on the A-list for the roadtrip tomorrow morning. It's sick, I almost look forward to long drives nowadays. We're going out to visit the elder Krupps. Health is in question for Gramps and he's never met Yuula. No decision need be made.
Packed and ready, what else to do but dance around the living room to the new Strokes album and wear this child down. You're sleeping tonight girl. Don't make me drug you.
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