I think it's over, crap is all over my yard, and half of it is not mine. A tree crashed through a house down the street, I feel bad for them, maybe I should make a casarole, or a jello mold...hmm. My voice is shot, dead, finito. I sound like I've been smoking for 84 years, it's horrid. I need Luden's, but I ate them all about a week ago, THEY
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