The aardvark in my room.

[simoniff]

I use to sit in a coffee shop, on Gay St., writing in a tablet while watching patrons come and go. Every once in a while someone, always a regular patron, would stop by the chair I sat in and ask what it was I was writing. I’d flip close the tablet and hand it over to them, with, perhaps, a far too clever, “You tell me

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[danielcross]

i remember those days...