Had a flat tire. Normally not a big deal, but this was the spare. So, the walk home begins. It wasn't far, about 15 minutes, but it was biting cold: 20ºF and snowing.
No sense bitching; had to get home, sans vehicle.
On the way there, Mother and I "conversed" in my head, and Lord Byron put in his two cents. I "argued" how one can even find a
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