On our walk this morning, Bartleby and I were nearly run down in the crosswalk, twice.
Today is the day to rob a bank, because you are invisible.
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On our walk this morning, Bartleby and I were nearly run down in the crosswalk, twice.
Today is the day to rob a bank, because you are invisible.
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And the weird thing is the first thing I thought was, "Well, I guess I'm not going to get those Y: The Last Man trades he borrowed back." But I was also sad he wasn't going to be able to read the rest of the series.
He'd been fighting brain cancer for years, and it finally came back with a vengeance in December. He barely remembers anything anymore. I wonder what the last thing I said to him was. God, he's the sweetest guy. I only just met him last year or so.
Today is the day to rob a bank, because you are invisible.
Oh my god, that is hilarious. I should!
Aw, PC, so sad about your friend. Much peace to all concerned.
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I'm so sorry.
Damn, I'm sorry PC.
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When I say he's the sweetest guy, I really mean it. He was as nice to me upon meeting me as I'd expect him to be if he had known me for years. I don't think there's a mean bone in his body.
I had to change a verb because I don't want to start talking about him in the past tense already. That would be weird.
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