Dear Wigleaf,

I threw a couple quotation marks at the sky. God volleyed back with a trilogy of losing lottery tickets, a root canal, and a greyhound disposition. Think of it this way: Horseshoes is a game, but they are also shoes for horses. Man, I wish I was fast. . . I'd run and run and run (and like Axl Rose) they couldn't catch me because I am innocent. But that is a lie. I'm not. And I love the way you blush, Wigleaf, the way you blush every time I lie. What would you say if I told you George Washington was a sham like the rest of us? I think you'd say: Let's go then and chop down some cherry trees together.



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Read RR's "Dogs Named Desire."

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