BJ is asleep in my room after not five minutes of laying there. I'm waiting on the laundry to dry. We are fifty years old. It's 2006.
In a little while we will be embarking on a great trip, a great sojourn, wherein there will be civil war battlegrounds to inspect and whiskey to be distilled. Family will feed us too much and we'll kiss on the lips until our kids get embarassed. I have to go fold. We'll talk again soon.
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