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This is Lunchin’. That’s as far as I’m going to get with a bio because even as I type this, I’m really not sure what Lunchin’ is. I’m still not sure why I even chose the name Lunchin’ other than the “Lunchin’” instrumental playing on loop in my head 24/7 and I promise not to turn this newsletter into one long Griselda emote but yep you guessed it first run-on sentence is already here and first fanboy moment is as well.

Lunchin’ apparently also means “lack of presence of mind.” Which is what every teacher I’ve ever had has had to say about me. I was actually very present in my own little world. Thank you very much counselor. Rude.

Also, lunch is fire. Like the meal. Dinner is whatever, breakfast sometimes gets skipped. But lunch? Heat.

Nah, seriously, I’m not exactly sure what I’ll be getting at here. Some music stuff, some life stuff, some hoop stuff, some white people black people stuff. Stuff, bruh.

Lunchin’ is for my own-little-world homies, I guess. Link up.

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