Okay, okay. I think I've entered this fever dream where a punk rock bartender girl pretty much bleeds whiskey. If you looked up "quarter life crisis" her bruised face would be in the dictionary. And then there's this white-collar working stiff who is in the worst financial and emotional predicament of his life. Pathetic would be a real understatement. And now they've both completely taken over my mind.
Pretty soon they will meet under the weirdest circumstances I can imagine. And that's like two more books from now. Shit.
The birth of a social network. The birth of the best partnership kidnApping can create. Buckle up.
The birth of a social network. The birth of the best partnership kidnApping can create. Buckle up.
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