I saw Adam this morning, and he was not looking too happy. So I can attest (god, I hope that's the right word) to that. It was in the library. I was researching Bob Dylan and Joan Baez and the March on Washington because (I didn't know this), but they both sang before Martin Luther King Jr. made his "I have a dream speech". Anyway, I'm really concentrating on all of this and then, I hear this beautiful voice. It's magical and it's calling my name. I look up, but I'm stupid and I don't see anyone. But then I see Adam! Oh wonderful Adam! And he looks tired and his hair looked really funky. I know I just changed tenses. So, I could tell he was a little pissed and he told me about the bad gas story and how he wanted to light a match in front of the policeman. But he already wrote about all of that. Well, I'm pretty psyched about Thanksgiving! Goodnight!
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