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The happy resident, who thanked us for being here and wanted us to do it all the time.

Watching Barry’s arms load up the van.

It’s over. It’s all done. Pizza and bed.


I went to the gym. FINALLY.
A parcel from my aunt containing a book about women and the environment. That’s two of my favourite things.
A kiss.


All the free food and drink. Ugh I ate so much.
Getting our face on a beer bottle.
Spending a night with two of my best female friends. It was so nice to talk about vaginas and sex.