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the french name for august sounds like the sacred wolf language

Dear Internet,
These are crazy times.
Last July some friends came to visit us for the weekend at Sherry’s parents’ sweetcorn/tax-evasion/polygamy compound in the sparsely populated flatlands outside of town. There were pink drinks and brown drinks and salty snacks and computer generated tennis matches all over the place. Tudor took a picture of me at the [...]