When you're on a juice cleanse, there's no food waiting when you get home from work. There's no carry-out menu, no hostesses to seat you like a king. There's just the abyss.

July 17th, 2013, 6pm

It was 33.9°C. The breeze was light.



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Blake Graham

Editor-in-Chief @TheAirspace Evil Genius Lover Boy; Misanthrope; Comfortador; Chef; Playwright; Polyglot; Bamboozler; Aficionado; Misotheist; Jupitarian

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