The Great EA Adventure, Part 2
May 30th, 2009
Grandma was four under par by the time I had finished eating some cold pizza. I awkwardly asked someone if I could go outside for a quick smoke. "That’s what the badges are for," she said, pointing at the "Visitor Pass–Escort Required" card clipped to my shirt. I left the conference room that housed the dying rehearsal party and walked past the security guard, pointing at my badge like I
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