It is ten minutes to midnight, and I'm with Keith at a party somewhere on south Osborne. The LC closes at midnight, and we want to get there in time. I go into a parking lot and Keith pulls out in his car. Suddenly there are a bunch of random people in the parking lot. Keith pulls up next to me and some of them are in the car. I have to squeeze in next to two girls in the back seat.
Someone is playing a game of chess, and Marge is the queen in the game. There are also a couple of strawberries that I think were pawns. Marge says something about liking strawberries because you can use them to make praline. (Even though praline clearly does not have strawberries in it.)
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