I just received the following text messages:1. I am on a couch. not on a bed.
2. Alone. U Abo
3. She run off & took our only chicken. When I broke jail the house was burned. Japs moved plant back to Osaka.
I WISH I was "Abo." Those texts mean a whole lotta different things to me. A whole lot. Not my problem. This kind of nonsense is neither my fault nor my problem. I bet this person didn't even spend 30 years as a research analyst for Velicoff and Crack, like a good friend of mine.
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