To Spare the Pleasant Trees
Shooting the breeze, sparing the pleasantries.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
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I woke up this morning inconsolably thirsty. Or is it inconsolable
and
thirsty? Anyway, I got up, chugged some pink lemonade, sat back in bed, and got all emotional.
Not that I need to burden you with my problems.
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