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Re: I dreamed about shooting the clock. At high noon with its hands in the air and its back to the wall...
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"...four days are conveniently stored in the back seat..."
You captured a nine-word description of my entire life with that sentence. How I relate; how I rail too. But for now comes envy for the way you make corn grew.
That was so real and nice, Ned.
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