charles and sammy and charlie. charles is not a charlie. charlie is not a charles. sammy is sammy. i try walking lightly to ease my sacroiliac joints, and while charlie and sammy dance in the ivy a bird shits on my head. i was thinking it's a sign of good luck. r. says the universe is telling me to lighten up. i know, i know, i'm tryin! good luck!
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