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I was lied to; there were supposed to be sixteen, but there were twelve. I can no longer remember my dream about the eyrie. A semester just ended, but a new one begins tomorrow, and the heat is almost unbearable. They say that some people are like cats, aloof and uncaring, and that some are like dogs, loyal and affectionate. So why does the mackerel cat rush over to rub against my legs when I say, « Bye, cutie »? Is she perhaps a dog-like person? I think not.

This morning I felt ready, but hours later I had backslid. I acquired two items to be given, but did not give them. I regret nothing, or do I? Grandma Edith says you're wishy-washy.

Sometimes being considerate is the most inconsiderate thing you can do.

P.S., Trish says all y'all got fat-ass squirrels.