After paying, Hugh, Dario, and I went to buy a few things at the market. It was noticed that my bike light didn’t work and Hugh told me no less than fifteen times that I had to take it back and have the guy fix it. When he started in for the sixteenth time I said, “OK, you can stop talking now.” This doesn’t mean “shut up,” exactly—well, yes, I guess it does.
also his diary isnt like sentimental. i felt sad today or i felt angry blah b,ah
also no personal stories about hugh irntheir partnered lfe
