ahhh geeez, i fell into the well again today. why does this always happen on saturdays. took 9 hours for someone (R), to realize i was not around and that the distant, muffled, echo-y, gurgly voice in the back-yard by the old outhouse was not really supposed to be there. i guess it didn't help that i was actually using an ancient dialect of arameic to get anyones' attention. why on saturdays? why on saturdays.
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huh?!
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