those little things that I fear

No one on this list works for MS anymore, so I think I can use real names. Or at least real initials. So the guy I used to refer to as the light-haired Romanian attack dog is now BP, and the dark-haired one is FS. Anyway, the former called up my housemate last night while he was in the shower, asking if he or both of us were coming out to this party or whatever. I was all "Maybe!"
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