Last Minute (Revised)
“Okay,” Bernie says, “now we’re officially behind the eight ball.”
Nothing to worry about so far. I don’t go past two.
“Time to start running around like chickens with our heads cut off.”
Whoa! I crawl under the bed and curl up in the dark.
Welcome single dude, age 6.
And a very happy birthday to Staff!
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