Things are always on the tip of being better, no matter what slips of bifurcated tongueing makes it all a little too easy.

Your time is a million quarters falling into a CoinStar machine with an 8.9%*rate.

These were slightly more improved states of duress, the last two days, to say that they were both mine.

And I’m contacted by this incredibly pretty girl from where else? McAllen. What I would not do to. . . to be able to sit with her somewhere the stars know from falling.

I’ve learned what the keys feel like being pushed in, how they pay attention to the wrists as much as you do.

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