Okay so the other day I hopped out of work for a piece to take Mrs. Columbo’s ride—the Santa FeLine™—on over to the tire place for to get its stepper mended, and it was pretty good times: dude all calling me sir1, me not knowing what I’m doing but not really stressing it2, sittin’ there readin’ some Ancillary Sword3, everything was coming up thumbs for ya humble boi. (And it stayed that way, this post does not take A Turn, be not afraid) Some time later, I made to leave and noticed A RAMEN PLACE nestled in a little alcove of this commerce-corner, and citizen you can take it to the bank and make a scene until they agree to deposit it when I tell you that I am going to get some damn tonkatsu (and chicken karaage if they have it), but I cannot! Not that day, and not yet. Now I have been about my Health lately, for my blood is ferromagnetic and bounces when striking a solid surface and also I am tired of being fat; to whit, I haven’t had a hamburger since Christmas and have been running…
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