the little she-bot sings in frustration and not in glee:

i am moving to DC... i am moving to DC... i am moving to DC...

note: the frustration-inducing quality of the aforementioned endeavor (to take place in late July) is only for lack of permanent residence and occupation, and not for lack of love, lust, camaraderie, or any other such flair that would compel one to move halfway across the country at a moment's notice.

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