reconsidering my enjoyment of a pod.
its not the the gray areas are aggravating anymore, it seems to be everything else.
after chatting it up with three women above the age of eighty tonight i have seemed to confirm my suspicion and fear: perhaps I'm not happy with the end result. perhaps I can't burrow into monotony and stay. monotony? maybe safety. safety? maybe.
when it a good time to eat pancakes?
always.
hopperrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
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