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Overnights are fun. Because really, there is nothing quite like the mad drunken feeling of saying all sorts of things at five in the morning while sleep (or, more accurately, the lack of) drags down both your brain and your eyelids, or giving a running and ridiculous commentary to Final Destination, or nicking the leftover coffee crunch cake as dawn is breaking because you were hungry and what choice did you have really, or laughing your head off because Alvin asked for a breadboard for Christmas and actually got one, or because Wapi gave Fajardo The Art of Seduction, or because Alvin was the one who ended up reading it.

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Overnights are fun. Because really, there is nothing quite like the mad drunken feeling of saying all sorts of things at five in the morning while sleep (or, more accurately, the lack of) drags down both your brain and your eyelids, or giving a running and ridiculous commentary to Final Destination, or nicking the leftover coffee crunch cake as dawn is breaking because you were hungry and what choice did you have really, or laughing your head off because Alvin asked for a breadboard for Christmas and actually got one, or because Wapi gave Fajardo The Art of Seduction, or because Alvin was the one who ended up reading it.