…I think I had a…. Nope. Thought I had a thought, but it was just gas. (Sorry if that’s too graphic for you folks in the Midwest.)
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…I think I had a…. Nope. Thought I had a thought, but it was just gas. (Sorry if that’s too graphic for you folks in the Midwest.)
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This is your brain in Austin, Texas heat. FWAHHH!!! I will write more when I can stop panting long enough to assemble a real thought (Besides, “Water! For the love of god, man, WATER!”)
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