we saw our little brown girlfriend emily on the other side of the sea wall. she said you don't have a dog? he was obscured by the wall. she came through and he kind of looked sideways and she said he's not shy now is he? she remembered last time when he grumbled and i said he's a little shy of kids. but he's not too shy now i said.
a fellow in a wheelchair gave him a buddy biscuit.
we ate white mulberries and juneberries.
it's a strange summer. i can't imagine where this fucking country is going.
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