Cleaning the house, making food and good sweet tea, sitting around the kitchen table talking...this is what I always imagined the perfect life would consist of. Or at least a close approximation. Never thought it'd be on State St. (and until recently in my life didn't know what State St. was), but that's just the way the damn thing snakes around on you.
I need to get a stand-alone record player, so I don't need to worry about also getting a tuner or speakers to listen to my albums. This will happen very, very soon. Dusty is calling from her plastic sheath, "Let me serenade you!"...and how can you refuse Dusty? You can't, that's how.
Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.
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even better if you were on a porch drinking that sweet tea!
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