It was a postcard. The stamp had some guy wearing a fez.
Having a wonderful time. You wouldn't like it here. No booze. Chaperoned dates. I'm so sore I can hardly walk, just dance. Don't know when I'll see you, but I doubt you'll miss me.
(one hundred and) fifty degrees of separation
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