We ran from the pavilion in Boyle Park where Leah Thorvilson nearly renamed me Fagamundo eighteen summers ago. I don't believe anyone who was there still runs with us. Maybe Kayce, but I forgot to ask. I was out for about an hour. By the way, I would probably marry Abby on the very outside chance that would end well. ...I am seriously considering publishing A Different Closet on Pam's Boy chapter by chapter. Maybe someone would like to read it. Who knows? I don't believe any publishing house would ever accept it. ...Oh, thanks to whichever of my readers emailed the photo of the Sacramento cat.
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