I'm at the Rebel Lounge for Wendy's birthday outing. A band named Shonen Knife is playing. I left later than everyone and yet I'm here before them. The crowd is in mostly black and I am wearing a yellow dress shirt with black cats printed on it. A few people have said they like my shirt. I feel accepted.
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