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I was canoodling with my costar in Rome when I wrote this.

Messketeers! Hello!

Huge news. MAJOR news. I got a haircut. I mean, it’s more like a trim. Ok, to be fair, even my roommates didn’t notice. But regardless! That’s not the point. The point is that this whole masked, indoor experience was of course a strange and faintly dangerous simulacrum of the real deal. We’re all still very much dancing around the new…