It occurred to me on my walk yesterday that lately all roads seem to lead to Liberty Park, especially regarding my love (I use that term loosely) life. I mean, I walk there, Biter lives there (who am I kidding? He totally lives there), 28 works there, Blader runs/rollerblades there, and I went on a date with the guy who proposed to me in April there (although it should be noted that as of yesterday, he listed his status on Facebook as engaged/married. Hilarious). Oh, and my beloved flamingos live there. Coincidence?
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