okay, so my last comment was from 42 weeks ago. Wow. I'm sad. So, tonight, Frank, the ex-hostage, came over. whoa...four commas in a seven word sentence. anywho, before he came over, I wrote a poem about a coffeehouse...you know, my second home. but anyways, so Frank came over and we talked about what it was like being kidnapped and all. He's a
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