Day 8189

[the_horndog]

Hey, Jack. It's me. I don't mean to bother you, but something's been on my mind. At the end of this road that climbs, the horizon will be reached in a matter of miles. And when the wheels cease to spin, the walls and the fences will grow higher than redwood trees. And I know your demise. And I fear what will happen when the road fails to

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[neldridge]

I don't know what your entry means.

But want to come pick me up from Rome and take me home?

I'm really homesick.

[the_horndog]

It's the lyrics to a really fantastic song that is very insightful and deep.

I would love to come to Rome and pick you up, but I don't think I can afford to get over there much less to get back. What's wrong?

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Scott