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Mayday and Aran get into some crazy weird shit. Sometimes it's random and awesome. Sometimes it's stuff we'd only repeat drunk. But we're best friends. It's how we do. ...And then we wax poetic about it.

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Posted on Thursday, 25 June 2009

mattituck. the east end. the end of all that happened in my 23rd year. love. lane. and i do love that lane. fondue for the eight of us, dark chocolate right next door and a slew of wineries to come- our lips stained red by the end of the day. my face stretched with the joy of you. |Aran|

mattituck. the east end. the end of all that happened in my 23rd year. love. lane. and i do love that lane. fondue for the eight of us, dark chocolate right next door and a slew of wineries to come- our lips stained red by the end of the day. my face stretched with the joy of you.
|Aran|