THE WAY WE ASPIRE
Well, anyway, hope for great
things. I want other items than
money, but I'll accept what you've
got. I guess. Or I guess what you've
is the money I'll accept. Or something.
My brain is like spaghetti, after 67 years
of being re-heated to a fever-pitch. Again
and again and over and over. I remember,
I went up the hill and came down a mountain.
Where have I heard that before? Something.
Medicine Hat, Wyoming, was it? No, that
was in Alberta, Canada. 2nd Ave and River
Road - your cat had fled the car and went
up a tree. We called the Fire Department but,
go to find out, they don't do that in Canada.
Or they don't do it for free.
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