My favorite novel: Love it the Time of Cholera
It’s all so beautiful and sweet. It’s lifetimes of almost, distilled into 159 minutes or 360+ pages.
For the past four or so years, I’ve been saying that it can’t get any worse. But it always does.
Okay, as I type this, Armando, cat of my heart, slowly, quietly climbed into my lap.
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glad to see you're still alive and kicking, i often find at my lowest moments that i tend to hang out with my cats more, they just seem to understand and it makes me feel better when they lay on me and purr, it's like they're telling you "it ain't that bad i'm here". as i type this Pablo my 13 yr. old cat is acting like a kitten and tearing ass around my house playing with toys. hang in there WD, they world always turns. btw should be another job ont the FRB's website if you're interested.
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