What would a day be without one small adventure? I thought, as my last day of vacation, that a calm movie and dinner with a good friend should bring a wonderful break to completion. This was not to be the case. Yet, however small the inconsistency in plans, it was still an adventure worthy to be had. Unfortunately, my only measure of triumph are two bloodied knuckles and a dirty pink shirt. Now time to sit back a relax for the remainder of my "time off".
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