So I was sitting
outside on a sunny day (yesterday) drinking a Miller High Life, smoking a cigarette and reading a book. Two late-stage teenage girls walked by and I distinctly heard one of them whisper after she passed "that is SO fake." Fake what? Fake beer?
Maybe she realized you weren't really the Czar.
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