time's not flying, i'm not having fun, sitting and waiting for a call form my son.
he's really been working to take in a dime and he's been doing a lot of over time.
for all of his labor he's feeling quite grim but he can be certain Uncle sam's loving him and then there is storus who's pacing the floor not showing much patience to get out the door.
louis is snug as lump in the bed, covers to warm him, a pillow for his head and me at the table.
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