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A still and mild morning.
On New Year’s Day we took Jones to the aquarium.
Jones wakes up early from a nightmare.
A cold morning.
We are now living in the era of the dinosaur.
As many of you know, I’ve been working over the holidays for a service that answer’s Dear Santa letters:
It’s a Friday night just before Christmas and The Keg Mansion is insanely busy.
As many of you know, I’ve been engaged in a running feud with Canadian literary legend Margaret Atwood
Broken men, huddled near the doorway to the Salvation Army, look out at the passing shoppers.