This is Andi. I married her once upon a time. Or she married me. Whatever. Anyway, we get along well enough to attend parties, bake bread, and race yachts. Here, I am standing across from her snapping a photo while revelers revel in the background and Gabe plays guitar and Misty ages more gracefully than most and Schell experiments with cosmic notions and April protects her stomach and a policeman offers the choice of immediate disbursement or a fat ticket in two hours.
Self-promotion for my new Pola site. Click if you're bored:
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