For every transgression. As it should be. Nobody should be afraid of nothin'. We're all taken care of in one way or another. As it is, at the end of the day, I'm appeased by a life I'm reverentially grateful for. Quiet. Loud. Quite loud...are the voices in my head. "Quite possibly" couldn't be more possible than any possibility should ever allow. The hours keep tabs as we stumble along. Blissful and naive. As it should be...within reason.
Just nod your head in agreement. We all know our limits.
Happy Birthday Will. It will never cease being a diabolical scheme with you and I. I love you.
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