But do I care?
Nah.
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HemmingPlay
https://hemmingplay.wordpress.com/about/ More at the link. I remember him. He was sitting in the heat on the dock waiting for the ferry to Okracoke, Island in the Outer Banks, NC. It was probably sometime in '72 or '73. He'd driven nearly 12 hours straight and was so tired he couldn't understand the accents of the natives there. I wonder whatever happened to him? I heard a rumor that he married a skinny Irish girl and they settled down somewhere, had a couple of boys, got old. He put on a few pounds. She's still got the girlish shape that caught his eye all those years ago. He probably still has that shirt, though, and still wishes he looked like this. The idiot.
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October 31, 2014 at 6:22 AM
Hey there, friend! How are you?
Love these words: Please print them on giant balloons!
Happy Halloween!
AnnMarie 🙂
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October 31, 2014 at 1:00 AM
Oh how I love this so much!!!!!! 😃
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October 30, 2014 at 9:39 PM
Love, love, love, love, LOOOOOOVE!!
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October 30, 2014 at 9:39 PM
I love this!! Your life, your history.
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October 30, 2014 at 9:40 PM
Yes. In the end, no one can take that away unless we silence ourselves.
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