January 1st, 2019

Walking back to my house, M. Boysen asks me if I play. I say yes, and he says there’s a slot open at a local showcase. I walk into the house, and there’s workmen and stuff blocked off and getting renovated. I walk into my room and it’s partially open because of the work. I walk back out to the bar and sit and talk.

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