Spitball Army

The coming storm whips a plastic bag past me, dancing. “Seen that movie?” I ask her. “Yeah, American Pie!” My inner Ebert cringes.

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A Christmas Note for You, Sweetheart

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They rush with the wind, for cover. “It never rains here,” I divine, pointing out the cloudbank. It drives NNE and leaves us dry.

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Card is titled: “Firehole Falls.”

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Approximate playing time: 76 minutes.

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I think I’m going to St. Auborns, New York. I don’t know how to spell [is] but that it close.

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Specifically, these are the books from the Radcliffe Publishing Course’s “Top 100 Novels of the 20th Century” that have been criticized for language, sexual references, violence, or for just being, well, too imaginative.

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The staff clears out the office, joking of its use as a karaoke stage. At night, the cleaning lady waltzes across it with a mop.

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We huddle in air-conditioned offices, escaping into the midday heat on a dash for ice-cold Slushies that melt before we return. – Written by @EdBankson

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I talked to another doctor this afternoon. He told me that I would end up either in New York or Washington, D.C. According to him, those are the only 2 hospitals I can go to for treatment of my nerve injury.

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