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Last night, Gill and I took a spontaneous leap into the open fray. We jumped onto the bus headed for our Main campus, and then took the second jump onto the bus headed to Train Station. Which brought us to a bit of a standstill (who knew the shuttle bus took breaks?) for an hour as the many modes of transportation zoomed past us.

Eventually though, we made it to the theme of our date for the evening! A total cliche of dinner and a movie! (yes it was 8... plus... by the time we got there, but it is the thought that counts!)

We had dinner(the crispy mushrooms are soooo good) and watched 17 again at 9:20(which is definitely recommended).

A late night getting in,
meant a late night getting to bed,
and a late morning waking up.

So today,
Gill and I spent the whole day relaxing.

We cuddled.

I made brunch.

We cuddled more.

Ugly made dinner.

We... cuddled again.

Hate us. =)

-Jacqueline

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