Dear Wigleaf,
Chapman Honda is no place to stand someone up for breakfast. Now I will eat your popcorn and drink your robo-drip coffee. Sorry, I could only wait so long.
Part of me knew you weren't coming anyway. I guess I should leave before that family shows up to fry eggs on my radiator. If they want to believe a lie it's up to them, but those double yolks don't come from Astarte. They used to, until she married a sign twirler, like all goddesses do eventually.
Lick rust for me always, and I'll do the same,

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Read JS's "Anthropos."

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