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Yes, I admit it. I went there. I named my subconscious. What I can’t believe is that I blabbed about it. (And yes, I know it’s not midnight here. Indulge me. If you read Wild Cards, you know I have no power over Sixties rock lyrics.) Anyway, Emma Dog and I went to walk in one of our [...] Back from a flying trip, in sundry senses of the word. Some fun stories to tell. Some not to. Tired now. When I left it was 90°. Or more. Naturally I left the swamp cooler running so as not to bake the cats. It gets cooler at night usually, of course, but I figured it [...] |
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