Peggy Olson, I feel your disappointments so acutely.If you were a real person (and you lived in LA) I would make sure we were friends.
Today, especially, in the midst of drudgework I think of you.
It's a different kind of bullshit now, but still bullshit.
And I keep thinking of friday when I will do two hours of yoga and then
situate myself with a cup of coffee
in some unfortunate hipster coffee shop
with headphones
so I can do my real work
and think about characters like you.
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