The Wrong Sign
So here's how my Tuesday went.
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So here's how my Tuesday went.
The diner across the street from the county records building does a meatloaf special on Thursdays.
"You can't park a boat in a snowplow depot," I say.
So there I was, cabin 712 on the Stella Atlantica, ten days of paid work between Lisbon and Rio, thinking I had the world's best luck.
Dinah here, 35 years old, twelve years at this paper and lately feeling every one of them.