Question of the Day!

That's a difficult question!

Oh, I know. Boca Raton. I drove 16 hours to rescue a friend from her whacko (medical term) mother, spent the first day there in a coin laundry washing the woman's blankets and comforters, got food poisoning, drove us both back. Yeah, nowhere I'd ever visit again, just on principle. Now I'm going to tuck those memories back into that dark, dusty corner of my mind where I invite spiders to spin their webs.


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