II. Beware, sweet dark radio. I have a stack of papers to grade and no car to get around in. Besides, I particularly dig the sexual tension between the older daughter and the proletariat lumpen on the work crew. But then again I am bipedal and easily distracted...I will be there with an empty stomach and apologies all over myself. Everyone guess who's ready for this giant to end. The windmills of oblivion.[The text block above is comprised entirely of bits of dialogue randomly selected from text messages sent and received from my phone over the past 2 months.)
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