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The 72nd turkey had legs. My hologram effigy traipsing between the two zip codes is a reminder that old debacles never die but like the exhale into the sink, dissipate. My investigatorial hangup of dwelling on my take dishonors my self therapy. Notations as to the feelings du jour keep the focus on what needs to be handled du jour with emphasis on her feelings.
It comes down to a battle between druthers and everything else. At what point in life is shaking like you mean it not as normal as keeping it in your pants. Can do both the handling and the shandling.
Important to note here the whole 3 nines thing in place. Feeling in place to show up.