and think it's all California's fault. I'm missing how the season (might) be turning in New York, the leaves turning gold to orange to brown.
I can't stop coughing.
I have seriously looked into a career as a police officer.
I miss you, and you, and even you.
Where in the world is a place where there is everything I want? And nothing I don't?
Today, all of my hope is placed in Jelly Beans.
I am waiting for you to wake up, and I hope by then you will have stopped crying.
It crushes me.
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The post office pays well. Anything government is good. Try for the county clerk's office.
I miss me, too. And you.
There is no such place so you have to want everything you have.
Or eat your feelings. I prefer that route myself.
I don't know who this is referencing, but let's go with: your inner child! Go swing.
I am coming to visit soon. In the meantime, come visit me! ...and help me move!
Also, post more.
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I miss you Slegg. If I were there, I would entice you out for a long quiet walk together, then a picnic in some new, as of yet undiscovered spot by you, where we would sit and talk and be reminded of each other and our support. I'd love to tslk again with you soon. Ideas?
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