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Half of Washington state is pretty and the other half is boring and that’s that. I arrived in Seattle at five PM. The Seattle Greyhound station looks like the locker room of a waterpark. Grace and I both got out there but we somehow lost each other, I didn’t say goodbye or get her number and I thought pursuing either would be a bit silly. I later regretted this. “Gotta get them digits,” the Very Nice Gentlemen would later say to me. Kate would laugh at Grace when I shared my trip. I was in a complete daze, which happens to you after you’re in a bus for three thousand miles. I meet David like old times, he calls Kate, Kate asks me if I want to get a beer with her – she just turned 21, and she’s been abusing this one bar, he says—and I tell her, “Kate, I will drink a beer with you. I will drink a beer with Barack Obama. I will drink a beer with a Pegasus.” I stepped out of the terminal, and I meet Seattle, who isn’t so big.