Jeremy waves cheerfully as he abandons his 'post' as busker to push through the light foot traffic, a number of rubber balls held in his hands that he had been juggling.
"Lookit you," he beams as he gets full sight of Metody in her extremely eye-gouging colors. "Wow. You are making me miss San Francisco."
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Jeremy waves cheerfully as he abandons his 'post' as busker to push through the light foot traffic, a number of rubber balls held in his hands that he had been juggling.
"Lookit you," he beams as he gets full sight of Metody in her extremely eye-gouging colors. "Wow. You are making me miss San Francisco."