Toad the Wet Sprocket

40 hours until Toad the Wet Sprocket.

It’s been eight years. I’m nervous. Toad is wrapped around some of my fondest, and some of my most bittersweet, memories. Of her.

I hope it’s as good as the last time.

I hope.

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