So I arrived. I missed a connection and I was in a flight lounge with a woman who had just started reading "Seven Weeks to Sobriety" but I arrived. I had also jumped off of the correct train on the metro because I thought it was the wrong train. But I had arrived. My room had a 14 foot ceiling in the bedroom and a 6 foot 4 inch ceiling in the bathroom but I had arrived (arrived to find myself staring at nipple-cam in the mirror whilst crushing my teeth)
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