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12th hour: 11 people
Autumn leaves, winter comes, baby it’s cold inside, like
a meat locker, then again, it must be keeping us awake, that and
the coffee and the chocolate covered cookies that Michael won’t
stop eating. (Just kiddin ma) His horn is blowing brown chunks
on the high notes….yuck! we’re almost halfway done,
sorta medium rare, pink in the center. Pat arrives, day is beginning,
songs are hopeful, fresh, but extra crispy. Kids are drifitn off,
just us ole folks. “of course, a little sleep never hurt”
past the halfway point, all down hill from here.
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