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I’m in a restaurant with Brittney and probably Melissa. It seems like Olive Garden or some other Italian. It is fairly full but doesn’t seem crowded. There are three porta-potties against the wall inside, with more people than I expect visiting them. I see two people fight over what was first to one of them. We are sitting next to them, so I wait until it’s cleared out and get up to use one. Now I’m back at the table and talking about growing my hair out. It’s already down around my shoulders, but I want it very long. Brittney seems fond of the idea, and I think I’m really going to.