Shortly before leaving, Kristin had been in an accident. She was on her bike and a van hit her (rude) and she’d fractured her arm. I asked her about it:
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Kristin:
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Me:
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Kristin:
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Me:
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Kristin, changing the subject back to food:
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Me:
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After that I didn’t hear from her for a day, which I probably deserved after my rude sushi Snapchat. Eventually she responded: