Not a restaurant. No longer belong Francesca; first come, first served. There was something of a test the other day. Sunday. Made known me.
Not there. Not first time. Not a friend. Condescending? Wouldn't know.
The way they are; detached in off-putting manner. Nervous laugh. Stress.
Hilarious, Woodstock. Not there either but moved from after demand crunched.
To near Liberty. Alongside Jewish Alps. Anyway, the mob gathered. Got offer.
Was assistant assistant beer and soda man in Key Food after assistant dairy guy.
Vacation relief. Beer guy had wheels: would like go? "Sure." Papa? "Absolutely not."
Yeah, right. Wait for the album, the movie. The marketeers, in their cups, said
"Avons-nous une synergie, ou quoi?" laughing to bank. "They're animals." Yup.
One morning at Fordham later, going to work at Bloomingdale's one other morning
after night spring carousing (went to sleep; up early) passed old Jebbie. Same thing!
Just love this scene cause we're people. Know a pastor who agrees. Abraham believed.
Always been one day at a time. You don't need knackered, manipulative TV to say.
Another 'issue'? When you love people and amuse them for free. They're put out!
Good thing no money worries. All I've got to say. Don't like people no more. No how.
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