Phinny

10:36 AM.

Tendus. Garibaldi ahead of me; Patton behind. Garibaldi looks half asleep. We are at: and pique-pique-close, side, side, side, but he’s sort of doing and pique-pique-close, half-assed fifths. He hasn’t had his coffee yet, can’t seem to straighten his knees, looks like maybe he has a hangover. He would probably live if he missed a day of class, but that’s Garibaldi for you; Garibaldi never misses class, even if maybe he really should. He once came to class in a walking cast. With a fever.

Garibaldi is crazy.

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